You were born wrapped in the pages
The words bind your
Longing for visions, divisions to corrode
Spiritual efficiency to assume control
Senseless steps taken blindly in agony
Grasping for something for air
The answers may lie
In the bullets of a softer kind
They
Stand against the sky
Force reasons to die
Till boots come untied
You'll
I sense the night bending towards me
The rhythm is slowed
You were born wrapped in the pages
The words bind your
Subversive mystics taking over you
Spent my self worth on your
Longing for visions, divisions to corrode
Spiritual efficiency to assume control
Senseless steps taken blindly in agony
Grasping for something for air
The answers may lie
In the bullets of a softer kind
They
Interlocked, insatiable, unraveled, and untwined
All that I have left
Is what
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