All my beliefs
Dropped like autumn leaves
Flown away
Like onion skin
And no more saints
And no more sin
Cosmic monsters rule the skies
Stars are only their eyes
Pillars confidently crumble
Would you help me get my marbles
back, babe?
You may mention it in your diaries
I got stranded pushing boundaries
Dark lighthouses sway
Will I meet mother clay?
And who would show me the way?
And who would tell me all the truth?
Lana Rhoades maybe
Arnold Schoenberg maybe
Edward Thatch for sure
2026.10.13
Landslide
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