I look toward the high skies
Above these seas
I dream of cold brilliance
Beyond disease
When your hymn deep
Bath in stern endure
Unknown entity creeps
Her gaze erases me
Rolled by her rock
Woe indeed sneezes
Flayed and salt heated
While heaving and swerving
Blood stained borth, all are seated
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