Five Offerings

Everything is wrong
It is not me, it is you
The parting of ways

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The world is like sand
Splattered across the cosmos
Sparsely everywhere

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Don't pick at my brain
You won't like what you find there
I have my own thoughts

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Gray skies of mourning
It is like a funeral
When the longing died

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The three suns shine fast
Up above the winter snow
Calling for the war