When carry the world
Upon thy shoulders
No soul will venture
To (lend/loan/even hold) a hand
’Least not for long
Without lies
Life a heavy feather
In ailing breeze
Rather swarm all of the mountaintops
Having found thyself
So tightly knit
Needed to (unravel/unwind)
And in a weep of drugged passion
Hath forsaken love her children
Hath (buried/burned) them unborn souls
At times a soul of word
Must know to break the Word
Ephemeral
Seeing things that simply
(Aren’t there/are hiding)
In material stain
Vicarious memories’
Great divide
Wheat and grapes like bread and wine
Hath eaten Thyself alive for a lie
Then one ’n it’s all gone
Thy’ll have it all
And all’ll be far
Far gone the martyr’s call
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