voices afraid speaking threats to ears
(wanting to hear, wanting to clear)
phantoms shackled and blind
(holders of divine)
bear poison to lips cracked
(born to bloom, as red as a rose)
and thus young withers to dust
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saviors may come, princes and magic
may not be gone, be more than fantasies
so may be true, that poison is cure
phantoms teachers and a death a birth
or simple delusion of a weary mind
an aching heart, a running nose
two feet going to bed, for sleepiness
concours delusions, crafting illusions