Mountain of Hope

 My wings

Shot dead

Over the Mountain of Hope

Tomorrow shall bring winter

And its golden hounds

We 

Are just numbers game

In the tables of lies

Ignorance and stupidity 

Dig deep graves

Slow beating heart

With icy blood

Numb nerves

I have seen it all 

Everything just feels

Rinse and repeat

Black ground 

Above

Black heaven

Moonlight just steals

Its rays from the Sun

Honesty reaps its dividends over time

While the lie comes to collect its debt. 

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