Coalesce Album

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What's ours is ours, we will not be told to part with our wealth in deference to love.
We are scored out. Paid in full.
The rest is ours to punish with as we see fit to sort.
We will not burden guilt of our earned fortunes.
We will not be party to handouts to the weak.
We put our faith in our kings and affiliations, and turn a blind eye to the desperate that dare to be.
Our endeavors, they dictate our love, as our love does not dictate our efforts.
We are the peacemakers in arms.
Our endeavors they dictate our love, as our love does not dictate our efforts.
The heart is weak and designed to suffer in its place.
It boasts its pull, but has secretly set its price, and on sale.

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In my house, I find that those with hard hearts, they burden me with their contempt.
I can not bring myself to love as I should.
No.
Stomachs turn.
Every kind word must be earned with an act.
I am not spoken to as a man and my heart, it plots.
I can feel the weight of a practiced prayer miles away.
The fear that I must have an enemy to motivate is all too real.
But have I found my enemy in myself, or in others that see their own weaknesses in my work?
They have no worth.
The door will strike on the way out if the right questions are asked.
Somewhere there is a catalog of my failures.
It is held by men and I do not hold any sway.
Knowing this, it has sharpened my tongue to that of an expert.
I serve better as a buffer than I did as a brother.
I allowed authority over myself that [was] meant to guard my heart as a lion.
And in turn move not.
I chose to prepare for pain and follow it to its ruin.
To my ruin.
Promise to not let me get comfortable.

Absent in death.
Alone.

Whisper truth and make yourself of no reputation.
Don't fear the “righteous” and their new loves.
Kick against those who throttle their strength as a master.
Embrace the weak with more than you have and lead.
Don't hide your sick.
Put it on display for everyone to suffer and kill your secrets dead with one moment.
I will not meet any of your needs and I will disappoint.
We will not avert our eyes.
And to those who say “I only ask the least,” I say ask nothing at all.
Demand they give all of themselves.
If my heart and tongue must be poisoned to purge my flesh, then let it fall off the bone.
This will fail at the grave.
We excel at saddling a suffering on all those in reach.
I can see only young cowards that plot against man and all his stock.
Against me.
Let me find rest through sparrows, who focus on the moments needs and do not stray from the facts.

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