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My skin

I thirsted along the landscape where the sun baked
My skin into a mold of confessions,I ask not
I dare cry fore ,I beg to bleed my death to hang
My head from a nuese  filled with a disease
I gathered from the halos broken as I slaughter
the angels rights,cursing if so a birth stolen
from the sulfur I spit mocked the gods cries
For their halfbreed solace constructed a mountain
High to crumble,as my tenure of beauty as a tedious
Crock of sadden seances ,searching  for the death
Of self righteous breaths wasted in the paranormal
sighs chaffing my belief that I was the god left
to flounder upon the beauty of lucifer ,yet blaze a
psalm as judas dressed himself as a saint awhile
My skin bakes to a hard boil ,plaguing my blood
stained sorrow six feet from six havens colored
In six shades of an angels wound as iI scattered along
the lands of my breed.
Written by eatfat (Corey)
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