Some people you love
For the way you disagree with them
They hiss like speed through their godless night
With mist and thunder for veins
They’ll die out like coal.
Laughter is the currency of glory.
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- moth
- Like the serenity of asphalt, Timoth was a joke he couldn't stop playing on himself.
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Glory is the name of the dead.
We'll see this at the grin of morning
and fire will chuckle in our mouth.
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