first thing you see.
It gets to the deepest blue
and makes your way overseas.
One noise,
you just can't bury.
If it leads you to the worst issue
in all the appetites of fear it feeds.
It's not a rope!
It's the Spirit of the snake
around your neck
strangling every single hope.
One bleeds,
in the crowd so lonely.
From the top of the weirdest view
is falling the man in need.
One burns,
in the flames of holy.
Don't forget to pay your dues
the gods have the power to cut the scenes.
Left on the note!
The science of a wreck
and the time it takes
in those last words u wrote.
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