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I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
I scorch the skies before your very eyes.
Slave to the trauma we’ve been subjected to.
Sin made me born of ash.
Some quiet dream comes to bleed.
Anxieties on top of anxieties.
Endure, overcome.
Each day, time drops a tiny death at your door.
Your God is a worm.
Let the water in just enough to drown.