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Inverse lines, the lies of mine,
Death of a dream, with much malign,
The death across the old streamline,
My love, with no goodbyes,
Inverse lines, the lies of mine.
Siren ringing, the call of longing,
Death of a dream, no longer belonging,
The death among the warmongering,
Their hate, with no reprieve,
Siren ringing, the call of longing.
Obeisance given, the submission of heaven,
Death of a dream, out was love driven,
The death outside by those beriven,
My loss, with no last glance,
Obeisance given, the submission of heaven.
The thunder hallows the impure night,
I hope someone will set things aright,
Because I will beg rightly
At the feet of the almighty,
For my dream to live.
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I liked the flow as well. There were a few spots it seemed a bit rough to me, but that might just be me.
