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Tumbling through imagination, this orbiting misfortune
Unwillingly succumbing to the black card of the draw

And as those splintering waves of heat wrench through my cold red blood, taste desire until the truth is blinding raw.

Those peeling layers of faith, flaking fall away
My eyes crack-hatched by peering ignorant decay.

The truth and purity is right here, this righteous sin
If this is wrong, the whole worlds falling through, within