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[oz_bex_zo]

the clouds have covered me
the tendrils feeling oh so deep
the drum is beating a hard beat
the wind blowing fire so fast
the rain creeping and no buckets will last
the sun is missing and the moon is dead
the stars are fading such a feeling of dread
the open sky tells me all my dreams
those spaces between no images they seem
harsh cold against my fingertips
break the fire raging in my heart
soft touch against my pale blue lips
bring fear and doubt and failing to start
mine eyes feel bled and tears feel shed
my tongue now cotton and hearing rotten
the small threads are screaming for life
pleading no strife, keeping no life
those whispers are close and hearts near
those thoughts from the souls not clear
hear my final cry of no glorious fortune
my knees bruised and i can't hardly see
Bleed, bleed, i'll shriek with my thoughts
Breathe, breathe, can't seem to think not
Feel, feel, its stolen away, beaten and trod
Fight, fight, last breath sooner take the lot
The closing circle void of all warmth
The clear cut edges faded and dead
Seek out all glory all holiness truly
Seek out mine eyes, torn of their pleasure
Teeth seek your flesh so tender so clean
Starch, how, one white cloth to blacken
the blue tipped fingers gathering my soul
It's done, my lord, it's fetched and ridden
their paths apart and taken, betwixten
It's done, my lord, their glory's a stricken
Ride through and to, blacken those blue
Srike down the crude, weaken the lidden
Ride now, ride now, lest fall between heaven
Ride now, ride now, for glory and ruin
Ride now, ride, now, ride now
Ruin, ruin, ruin, no fire can be undone.
~becka phillipson