Kelisot

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Good guys always win But the moral compass is Going haywire

Can dusk and dawn meet? If so, let us mix our souls Until you are me.

With what we call love We can stir it in a pot And give a big toast

In skeleton homes With children in old, dry beams Living inside mom

Sitting in a street Waiting for an alm of wealth But only death comes

The first fireflies Fell from the dark, black heavens Like a pretty angel

Than catching a cold, I stay nearby a fire With some cocoa.

Home is where joy thrives But when anger seeps through love Home is where Hell comes

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While adrift at sea, The Kraken awaits for you, Waiting to drown souls

Your dreams in a cage Your wings clipped from the Hunter Only the darkness

What a homesickness Drifting into endless seas With no small land seen

Another drenched dog, I cannot help but smile big While I wash the dog

My sister is still Her breathing is shakier Than an earthquake