It‘s blinding
the sun with a wide smile
it’s hard to dial into the piles of trash
in the islands of your past
but they are lessons
fasting to find these messages
knowledge making them less
but I count it as a blessin’
the pain you use as a weapon
I sea
filled with me
deeper I seem to see
freedom coming from the singing
dealing with the pain that brings only things
this is from your inner beings
oceans cover my feet
but I still walk on to the beat
sticking to your feet
I’ll kiss them
then you will see how much
you can do such
beautiful things
origin of my name
darker than the frame
circling my white eyes
I tried to die them another
color is the same as my mother
shining brighter than light itself
what a beautiful fragrance I smelled
in the fields of hell
where our cold tears finally melt and the holy tainted by the old self
in a way the old hell
felt by all on earth is this prison cell
suffering
here your presents is felt
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