Amplify the conditions which shudder to a close. Quiet, there's a holocaust coming my way. Promises tumble as angels fumble. To find words that god will understand. My soul a stone. Cast into the world like an island. Washed by the waters of circumstance. Porous enough to allow the trust in. Mixing in the blood like milk. Time wasted and squeezed from acidic holy fruit.
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