The rimless horizon above.
Caverns of guilt, yours and theirs.
On what was everything
Taking a walk surrounded by
Seeing a song above my head
Spinning a dream out the window to free
The sun falls away
All the people said
that was what was what and every day
One body else then has to walk
Time to bring in the guns
One long overdue thought
losing my mind to Jesus
Morsel
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