Sweet wind smooth path
Cologne cuts air like a falling axe
Sickly sweet hides my rotten soul
Putrid
Words bitter roll in salty waves
Despite rinsing my breath has a
Stale taste
I feel the heat words blasting me
A cold snowflake I melt inside
Rough touch
My colors fade shit colored shades
I see through you a black hole stare
Dark sight
Disrupt debate conspiracy
Waves of voices it's all I hear
Roaring
Visceral wounds dark sky daytime
Pure sacrifice holy lamb's blood
Dripping
Creation's breath come flow through me
Holy spirit a gentle breeze
Sweet wind
Narrow rocky steep winding trail
I've climbed and cleared in peace I walk
Smooth path
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