Should we ignore This was too intense Too awful Please stand still To seize them all His monetary gain equals His monetary mind Even if the saints gave their all Like lions in the face of a Growing crowd Too little and too late on the day When all will fall So drawing into one another keeps Momentum driving forward like a Torching sun Could sleep forever In spite of this look A look so scared Sitting here with nothing new to add And crying out you never seemed forced It's just the kind of fuel that I need To feel reborn Feeding off the chase right before Is like biting into ankles Pulling round To finish one more phase Get the key When all will fall Learn to choose to breathe Then stitch your arm to me
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