Jon Hark
Fall From Grace
Ethereal Eye
Toward the sky
Seeing all there was but
Not what can become
Real
A blind God
Did he not see?
We are just puppets
We cut our strings and
Fall
Love is a diseased joke
And yet I feel like I need
To catch this sickness
To understand this riddle
Life is Chaos
Hold me still my love
Take me back to Grace
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