Blessed Curse Fire
more and more I know what I am
silence distance infection
there is nothing of original hearts
in my caves with snakes
just free fall into nothingness
time machine that dying in the morning
curse of burning cathedrals
and pain that spring from the dirty sun
and relic boxes with dead blood
and rusty holes in my hands
you crucify me again in fire
and the color of your envy is rotten
like the worms of your ancient flesh
they look for me but i'm just a concept
they burn my words
but i'm in everything
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