long I've leaned against the door
emptied out and done for sure
sky irradiated with my own light
blocking the blackness out of the night
oh you pitiful wicked fools
who cover your eyes and cling to false rules
you will peek to look and be turned to ash
in a blaze of revelation that will never pass
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