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..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... i built the whole cathedral in my head every column named and every stone placed right i thought if i could just arrange the wreckage something holy might survive the night but the rubble doesn't care what i intended ((and the kings i raised are dust and wire now)) i carved the map so deep into my hands i forgot... the territory wasn't mine ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... every age believes it is the one to fix it every age leaves the same ash on the ground i tried to write the paradise by forcing it i only wrote the loudest way to drown~ the noise i made was beautiful and useless a hammer swung at something made of wind ((you cannot build the garden with the fire)) ...you just have to let the fire end ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... the only map i have left is quiet the only door i know is ...still ........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ let the wind speak~ ((i have said enough)) let the wind speak~ paradise is not a thing you build with blood it is what re-mains when you fi-nally ...stop let the wind ((let the wind)) let the wind speak~ ...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... i tried to write the paradise ((i know what that cost)) the ones i love know what it cost forgive me ...not for the arrogance for the distance it made "i was so certain i could see it" ((that was the only lie that mattered)) .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. let the wind let the wind ((let it speak)) 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