I would like to burn this down.
I would like to burn this down.
I would like to see it melt in yellow.
And observe a cloud of blackness.
A cloud of blackness rise.
Watch it rise - as it is wrath himself.
Watch it rise.
Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove.
Since I have seen a dove.
Melt in yellow as I do.
Exhaustion...
Exhaustion and...
Mother...
Mother of tribulation.
Wound by wound.
I torture myself.
Wound by wound.
I will perservere.
Whiteness, present yourself as I know you are the sky and anchor of my being.
Woo!
What we've learned turns to paper.
What we've known is like cigarettes.
Oh!
Formaldehyde fingers.
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