Duty free fear
Duty free fear is all I am.
Darkened by the sun’s magic hand.
The moon appear trivial, in disguise,
Above the sea, translucent to your eyes.
Death smile upon her face,
The river overflows,
City of love, a flooded vase,
No one ever knows.
Duty free fear,
you live,
Pleasurable beauties,
you kill,
Don’t torture me, the river will arise,
Encompassing the earth, evil, demise.
Death smiles upon her face,
The river overflows,
City of love, a flooded vase,
No one ever knows.
Take this pill and live with me.
No struggle for the eand,
Live the dream, the dream of sleep,
Again, again, and again.





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