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The coiling smoke
from the first cigarret of the day
traveling upwards
breaching the heavens above your head
forming boundries
drawing lines
building bridges out of what was burned

The ashes are angels
But you don't pay them mind
you lets the float down
as they tumble away
down
down
down

They hit the ground...
no deafening thud
life carries on
no one notices
no one cares much for the tragic
unless they need entertainment

ah, entertainment
the cigarret
the spark
the lighter
the kindeling
the flames
the brutality
the wars
the murders
the repent
the forsaken
the damned
the children
the women
the men
the soliders
everyone you cannot save
everyone you do not see
everyone you wish to be
everyone you never liked
everyone you ever did hate
everyone and everything that you are not

you are not
you are
you
you are not...

the smoke
the coiling smoke
The coiling smoke
from the first cigarret of the day
traveling upwards
breaching the heavens above your head
forming boundries
drawing lines
building bridges out of what was burned
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