franchise my perfection unto brass hooks
run line through hearts of stone and cast them out
how deep does despoar drag on
heated curretns flow up beyond layers
through sealed teeth and undernear fingernails
and we sink
quicksand out fond friend
enropping the avian children
clipping their wings and selling them
to gods bursting with blind faith
flip the cross and wedge
your faith between sin and love
the hearts of the war are full of sorrow
much like the abyss beneath the oceans grasp
the calm og the ocean and the drop of the ranges
crimes against heaven mean nothing
swalled amongst sea redder
then the deads will and tesetament
past verses shower meteor rain
down to the fault lines
they bury this heart.
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