Песня: Vagrant God No one could deem this an end Yet there is no grave for you to tend The feathers fell to dark intrigue A tell-tale praise – a solemn need Reconciled with torment fraught Swallowed down the throat of nought Your hands lay bleeding with regret The night when angels sorely wept The manic sea of smothered cries Ran in his blood, poured in his eyes Yet the unrest would pine away In solitude where death holds sway So this is how credence declines All words come down and laughter pines A vagrant god released from debt Discouraged yet – who will forget? Their failing stare – despondency The nature of his entity The heartfelt warmth of which they sought To brace comfort, he shelters not Black rivers dug into the earth Bearing out the human worth He owns no awe, no love to crave Only his death would have them saved
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