Verse 1
My coming repeated seasons
Spirit calls and sucks
Drip drop drip drop; it leaks
Through locked gates
Verse 2
My coming repeated seasons
Slipping away Ipleaded
twas all deaf ears and numb skin
Cells to earth I traveled
Verse 3
And at autumns; Symbols
Palmfrauds like padlock;attached to gate of Myth prayer
3 by 3 months I sustained
2 scores 6 days I was
Spirit calls and sucks
And I enjoyed the kissingof pain
They shut my lips
Spirit calls and sucks
Cells to earth I traveled
And my coming is a repeated season again
Verse
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