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the sound of drums and rising horns pressed on our backs
we've moved through
sand against a wind that carries nothing
my words must be meaningless against
your breath
show me your celestial face and let me judge thee
you are
what's wrong with us / you are the blight
you are the ruin in all of us
you
are the stealer of hearts
gaping breaths
and tear-soaked smiles
you are
the ruin in all of us
my words must be meaningless against her breath
if I
could I'd gladly stray from my path of oblivion
the brimstone
the fiery
lake
the pit of sin
the brimstone
the fiery lake
that hails within
I
would climb up
from the abyss
to stare back into her eyes
and scream
farewell sweet wounded night
let the fog surround thee.

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