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baptism
Do you watch
from your skeletal window
the roads of the jungle
outside
your prison home
do you see the pain
stalking
the last pieces
of our humanity
as honestys blood
forms a river
that we drink
in the hope
that we will become
clean
from your skeletal window
the roads of the jungle
outside
your prison home
do you see the pain
stalking
the last pieces
of our humanity
as honestys blood
forms a river
that we drink
in the hope
that we will become
clean
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