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Cold In Our Hearts

by Fini

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It would be well for every mortal If nothing more were known of their lives It would be greater to imagine death Than what they infuse into their life It would be futile to change the structure They were nothing more than an imagination, A thought, a wisp of energy A soul without form, as we know Their success, as brilliant as unexpected Were nothing but conventions of an ignorant past A thought, a wisp of energy, A soul without form, as we know It would be tiring to witness negligence When repetition is yet inevitable Their work, from which they desire to be excluded Were nothing but a hopeless attempt of attainment Their attempts to belong into places and people Where they don’t even exist Their endless regrets from the past Are now formless and shapeless Their regrets suspended from the past All become futile, sees no point in anything Their belief in rare sculptors of values Is still an open field of which is yielding clay It would be fitted into a frame forever If nothing stopped (them) from recollecting their past It would be well for every mortal If nothing more were known of their lives Is there something more divine Hiding in them all? Is there more? Their success, as brilliant as unexpected Were nothing but conventions of an ignorant past A thought, a wisp of energy A soul without form, as we know
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There is a place in their hearts That will never be filled Forever to be filled But only a space An attempt of hope To restructure Are only memories That ache and agonise The kindness of all Which they await in desire Were only sorrow That pursues to eternity As if they’ve seen everything, but there was nothing wrong Their heartening thoughts, hover like fog To escape the desolation, is ones’ agitation Which stings more, each long deafening day The pathetic and frigid, their fate painted with death The trumpet never fail to wake them, for a saviour, so weak

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released July 20, 2021

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Black metal from the Maldives.

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