Dawn Of The Dusk, by Mars Red Sky (2025)

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For any sort of pain there’s a market and a remedyStocks bonds up & down the chain of custodyKeeper of the Flagstaff a sniper at the readyProne to snap hands clapping cracking codes & ribsFire up & down the rapids shoot the medecineHe'll quit and join the race, the rank & file for normalityIf you can make it there you’ll make it anywhereJust what you’d be making exactly is anyone’s guessSoon it’s the pat on the backThe ravings, the panic attacksFool it’s the common mistakeThe fun and the fin in the lakeSoon it’s the cast of a dieThe shrewdly slanted deviceThank the groom for a room so dankPhantom-powered light bulbs flicker in a fish tankWho’s that waiting on the other side of the receiving endCold-blooded doner with ghastly mannersI was leader of the aging pack when I found herSketch out etching replicate shipped out built-in operatorSoon it’s the cast of a dieThe shrewdly slanted deviceFool it’s the bid in the auctionBreak even or break into heavenA figure head of state a true visionaryJoins the rank & file for dependencyInvestigating what lays back yonderWhat might come out of it I dare not wonderSoon it’s the pat on the backThe ravings, the panic attacksFool it’s the common mistakeThe fun and the fin in the lakeSoon it’s the cast of a dieThe shrewdly slanted deviceFool it’s the bid in the auctionBreak even or break into heaven

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It's lonely up the TowerUp where the moon and the stars are always outI keep watch I tend the fireI document my whereaboutsEtchings on the ceiling deciphered through and outIt's lonely at the vanguardThose weary hands they’re ill prepared to fightI bear the burden of the keeperI have rehearsed a paragraphFor any odd encounter a fitting epigraphStill lonely up the towerUp here the moon and the stars forever outI still watch and tend the fireAnd keep track of my whereaboutsSketches on the walls deciphered through and outMy kingdom for an empireA frame of mine intricate maps of my own designI let silence answer prayersAnd mocked the squalor of your saviorTowering the flock two idle needles grin forever

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No referee, no name, no game at allThe final round is sweatyAs I hear the bell ring-wormFlabbergasting times... The leaders...Before they strike down every manNot a woman will be sparedBefore they shoot down every friendEven the wounded won’t be there anymoreNo time to see the Messiah-LordThey get into the back of my landSide by side, blood brothersNo time for asking questions leftBut a bullet for our leadersBefore they strike down every manNot a woman will be sparedBefore they shoot down every friendEven the wounded won’t be there anymoreNo time to see the Messiah-Lord

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Careful where you treadIn these latitudesWatch them plunging dead aheadIn a predatory moodHere in the fire and exhaustA choir of ghosts rejoiceSo many red lines you crossedThe help will show you to the pyreDevoted young esquireThirty pieces of copperHe'll tread his way to hell and backLay dream pipes under fields of pottersLet's burn Carnival ManAnd save the Golden BoughYou broke the mold yet againLet the sullied gold reposeThe sorry lay of the landYour fabled lot will soon be goneLet's burn Carnival ManAnd save the Golden BoughThe sorry lay of the landA choir of ghosts rejoice

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Dwellers of Limbo here we goNow bring the top down slowLoss leaders show up for the crowning of a clownThe last ghost in town clad in a glorified gownNext guest will host the Grand Parade of UnicornsHoisting their colors with their blinkers onWhat devil stored insideBy a trap door waiting stillHis patience wearing thinWill he cave or cast a dieTry our mental circuitryBreach in our insecuritiesHere there's only nowhere left to hideDreamers on strike plan a slow attackWe lack ambition but we're keen to fight backHeavenly bodies seen from where we standAre so disappointing at a closer rangeThey'll brand the moon, speculate on our very dreamsAnd leave us wonderingWhat devil stored insideBy a trap door waiting stillHis patience wearing thinWill he cave or cast a dieTry our mental circuitryBreach in our insecuritiesHere there's only nowhere left to hide

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