Sepia Storm

Murky water from the gold dust around my feet Foggy air from the sepia storm that has me beat Sluggish heat pressing down to crush the meek Holy water keeps sweat on the brow and leaves them weak Allow the clouds to part Fourth attempt to start I’ll be permanent this time So help me God and part the dusty breeze And clear my darkened sight Shady past of two lovers collide Future that I kept praying it was still alive Amnesia from the red fog, bleak nomad Clear the dust from your eyes, it’ll help a tad Do the textbooks lie? Do love and lust die? Lengthy as the Rime So help me God and cleanse me of my sins And lead us toward the light