the wind unblowing in the garden, it begins to rot
an affected hand traces out this spiral, too
a lament for a wandering life; oh, wind, "tear open the clouds to shine"
my voice sings to its limit
your eyes reflect, unshuttered; the distorted world is
struck by rubble in these rotting days; your hopes are betrayed
the wind unblowing in the garden, the ashes of swimming death
are violating your breast deeply
sacrifices that were stolen into the sky, return to the earth to be trampled underfoot. oh...
your eyes reflect, wide open; is this the hoped-for world?
I shout to the sky over a roiling earth, a lament embraced by fire...
your eyes reflect unshuttered; the distorted world is
struck by rubble in these rotting days; it's recorded in your soul
lalala...
chained... buried... It's your stained soul...
your stained soul...
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