tears from gold


The intoxicating stares from emerald

Just as the doctor ordered

Luxury from up high

The towers I mean

Water made pristine

Purified souls

Glorified meat

The burden of sacrifice

Excellence from drive-offs

The smokes brought forth

The carriage made of tender

Wall of fire

All that we lost, they found

All that I found, I spoke

All that was seen, I write

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