Great men in painted hearts
With colors of black
Accelerates and triggered
Mine painful tooth ache
Souls laid to rest
In a moving wagon with no brakes
And still...
It filterates and elongates
Mine painful tooth ache
Marchants watch in silence
On a wheeling cart of gold
And still...
It perpetrates and penetrates
Mine painful tooth ache
Medieval rights in ancestral souls
Were you lost?
What makes a gentle heart black
And heartless?
Is it a test of weakness and strength within the psyche?
I am angry in the blood
Never hungry when i speak
Until when the pain itches...
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