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False Paradise of William Blake

from This Disease of Language by Nayru

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Turn my face up to the sun
Regenerate, refresh
We lose the uneasiness
in memories

we love the uneasiness
until it turns to shame

They lost their heads
to the eternal connection
of youth
and extrication


Ascension is carved,
Onto the clay that,
Bore those syllables,
Their lungs will decay,
The words will remain,
Genesis of a,
Life form that resists,
The thin blood in our,
Veins and it's never,
Ending circulation
Through our aging
Bodies, soft movement

Succession finds
It's roots in the
Soil that breed our
Names from withering
Seeds of despair
The concept of
Disillusionment
Will prevail


The tears, emitting
after the funeral
It’s true
We are ephemeral


Generations
All converge on
The ideal of
Preservation
This ideal will
Become the tar
In their lungs, the
Breath will remain

Unfinished verses,
Will remain,
A false paradise,
will remain

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from This Disease of Language, released March 9, 2015

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