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We’re standing in a line to disappear.
We’re standing in a line to disappear.
If only I were holy in your eyes.
There’s no refuge from the weight of the impending deluge.
I am not what you want, what you want is long gone.
Like a last breath, smothered by the wind.
I saw you running. I felt your burning hand. Now I realize. Now I understand.
We exist in the unified verse.
Hold a mirror to your bigotry. A piss poor display of society.
Hence the burden of flesh becomes resolved.