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[constructchaos]

as modern romance can cliche
good bye my love, till a brighter day
rest easy now
for dawn is days darkest side

when i return from my missionary to the moon
the spread of love and hope
to the blackness that consumes
ill be ready for you

ill speak my melodies
where my echoes greet my answers
my words are my wisdom
on drawn blades born of mothers blossom

with crescendo and malfunction
juxtaposed to form mosaics of menace
but tear not, for the chaos is just confused creation
it will bless the minstrels truest lies