face it.
whenever you feel like killing it.
it doesnt change anything. it burns you clean.
allow it to infatuate and love your sins. that you deny. that you deny.
oh holy men. oh sinful ones. may the beloved sky set you free.
abolish your guilt by means of blood that flows freely in a river bed.
enough said. enough said. i know the secrets of your happiness.
he was the first and last to know, the beautiful lie that you conspire.
let it be scorched in the flame of fire. release the cure for your agony. you have done enough for yourself today.
~asante the sky warrior
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