Tempest
Kevorkian Death Cycle
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Tempest
An alley pale lit by a spying sky
To drunk to grieve where
We might have been if alive
An animal stumbling sideways
Short breaths stringing cold
A voice could mock the silence
Where babies should be old
Halfway in the street
Is where these strangers meet
Discussing their salvation
Despite our gate to heaven
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I'm alive, I'm alive.
A beautiful beast, I'm alive,
Though shipwreaked and ruined
My time to live is now