*** Saint Nothing - Daniel Rossen
lift, lift your head
myth so pristine
and white with age
walk with me, speak to me
saint i don't know your name
but your voice so strong, speaks through the glass
speaks through the ground
an empty phrase, a hollow sound
call quite severe
leave the throne and mind so clear
you feel no pain
an end so near
you taste the blood
how long?
how long?
how long?
how long?
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