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on the yellow fields
he calls us home
under purple moons
under the cracked sky
I stir my death
in God's infinite silence
I stir my death
under unearthly weight
with burning red eyes
under purple moons
on the yellow fields
on the yellow fields of wheat
he calls upon us
on the yellow fields
under hordes of black crows
I await
the glory of His art
locking entry to remorse
painting thick night
over my heavy eyes
in sleep
I am locked
under unearthly weight
is my death
even a death to you?

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