Breathing Vapor
the cloak around this world is a breathing vapor,
spreading through the streets & sewers.
carrying an illnes that reaches deep
through every vein and living cell of humanity
but some people fight against it,
in the bliss of a touch by their divine spirit,
but eventually they'll become lost in the ways of this world
because everyone knows, it's too late.
this world has already been infected
and it'll keep on spreading further,
like the sickness of the human-being.
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