𝘈 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘐 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭. “𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.” —𝐨𝐜—
𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱,
I do not sing — I unravel.
My flesh is an offering,
my pain, a psalm in twilight.
“𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠…”
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↻ + ♱
𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱,
I do not sing — I unravel.
My flesh is an offering,
my pain, a psalm in twilight.
“𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑠…”
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↻ + ♱