Psalms Wind
As artifacts spill amidst initial drama,
daylight grind builds away haunting spirits.
An angry insight grants a crystal supply,
fishing sin in a tasty auras birthing stand.
Applying truth will burn nights taunting,
luring dismay and fright in lights trails.
My pain will cut in half drastically,
as manic blasts multiply within stagnant
winds classic hymns ballad playing psalms,
a lyric that says I will finally win my dignity.
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