It's broken, it's broken!
Far gone into the universe...
The leash I wore as a token
Of what can't fit in a verse.
There's no rehearsal for thirst
Nor salvation for the sunken...
There's a blindfold for the first
And a medal for the horsemen.
For everything immersed
Was to be smitten
And put in reverse.
For our rotten curse
Is to be awaken
For our own worst.
"Even though i walk through the valley of the shadow of death, i will fear no evil..."
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