The same blood i suppose breaking jars i'm no good as the prodigal son and i know that you're mesmerized you had a vision, made these laws and sanitized, are we above desires i miss him so you are so fucked it has begun revolution crawls all over you i was asleep you light up this sky and scrape out your skull your lovely face will never be claimed thrice it was so unlikely doom upon my wrists i bear the cross my losses mount as i climb across the hole of my own soul i'll claim my prize i don't exist i am divine a ghost with eyes
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