Purposed hands push you over a cliff
Eyes watch you writhe, twisting to destruction
Hair blowing, flesh crawling to nothingness
Ashes to ashes, and you to dust
Believe in salvation?
Well don't.
Destruction has a familiar face
And then you'll reach to me, through sweat-covered sheets
Flowing like the wind through your pitiful fall
And the foolish innocence, or innocent foolishness
Blinds your eyes to living nightmares
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