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The vast formality

In sancticty 

In arms and eyes

And hearts

The end of all those fuckers

Sleeping under 

A box or a

Bridge with a needle

Or needles lying smashed

Or scattered around

The sky was too tall for them

To climb

And i'm sure that they are all

Burning in hell

Or nowhere at all

All i know is that somwhere

Someone is crying tonight

And other nights

As another body 

Washes to shore

Heavenly father

Now that's one hell of a title

All i know is that somewhere

Someone is clawing tonight

And all the nights

Trying with last breaths

To climb that tall sky

And that there are no golden hands

Reaching back

And there are no tears

Spilling out

From that

Tall empty

Sky