Its remains in the heart
In the soul
And grows
And sows
For its blade cuts all in its way
For even while some pray
Silence pierces the thickest of anything
Leaving absolutely nothing
If it resides within
Resort to the desert and vent it
Vent it all away
Not here, not with us
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