In the prayer Can't seem to find the right words But we stretch our dead arms For salvation The foundation And the chemical need Discordance put a veil Over my creed So sweet my fever now Embraced by its tainted wings Cup my hands and taste the spite Immune to the truths you told In the wake Reverence in my every move The wretched stars aligned For dead wisdom The apparition Rise with my every breath Grasping for the one Who lie beneath You leave now Leave my void of prayers Take these words to go with you Take the splinters See them fall Idle stare Who will come forth from the dry wind And find my blood And clothes and rust Cleaned the past Like water through stone Earth did cast a shade Over my sleep
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