Modify my body
God
Regress the grounds
I told you once
My heart
I confess to you
My tongue
It bleeds
Here, Right Here
These are my grounds
God
Address my grounds
I demand
To whom the root
Has been uncovered
To confess your throne
I poured upon
Please God,
Dub me due to you
We are dying
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