at first
those fearful steps
she breathes
new life
like vapor
into leaves
and ash
has power
on this plane
these hands are thats left to maim
i wonder
in this water cave
devoid of sustance i sustain
you venom and your fruit are same
your corpse hangs on my honors name
your noose is wet with none to blame
perhaps your mothers heart is vain
to think this whisper could contain
a fossil of a truth to tame
to think this whisper could contain
the source of how it got this way
lets think
stop thinking
lets stop thinking
lets stop thinking this will matter
we havnt begun to experiment with this veil...
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