cross the desert as a stream. comfort me as I surrender to the crimes of human beings. it's a frightening feeling and it's unfortunate that surplus pity from a god is what it meant, a deity's denial of a thousand cries from Earth. infantile wailing of a father blind from birth. inside you the cost of a million stupid things and the actions you are not and your true identity — please remove every deposit, every vacant article you’ve stored inside my soul, these heavy particles. and testimonies from the mouths that you betray live on in faces you see passing every day.
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