i can smell it the change
it comes with the rain
all the way from the west
i can see the clouds rolling, moving
darkened clouds with filled bowels
waiting to pass its excrement and waste
i can feel it in the air
maybe its the stiffness and dryness
of the winds blowing wither from the east
or the way its held aloof
like the north seemingly untouched
i stand in the south
the stench here is rank
its in the air
moving in circles
its in the air,
on our bodies, deep in our skin
moving in dripples
with deodorants the stink's still thick
passing through our mouth
respiring through our nose
its in our system
deep it has been sown
unless we search and cleanse our heart
in impurity shall we rise and squander
oh! , my mind purify thyself
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