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Smokey fields with secrets yield

What you can't fix your eyes on

The darkened sky cannot be pryed

Apart from the horizon

... and so this is life

It will go anywhere

Indifferent of a begger's lamentation

Some trees rot away

Others will meet the axe

Their lives lived blinded

Today we stand

Tomorrow we fly

Pick apart a perfect plan

And alter all you know

What's done is done; and will ever be

On the street, the two would meet

It looked like he would miss it

But one must have just misjudged

And left a body, twisted

He fell on his back

His eyes wide open looking upwards

Fading from crimson to nothing

Whether it's a mistake,

Fully intentional, it happens

One thing leads to another

Today we stand

Tomorrow we fly

Today we kill

Tomorrow we die

Pick apart a perfect plan

And alter all you know

What's done is done; and will ever be

What's done is done.