In droves, crawling through like swaying calla lilies.
Drinketh from thy chalice.
Sunday's best.
Oh the blood, spilling from her mouth and down her dress.
Manic smiles smeared across their face..
Hands out the car window, my hair is reaching through to you.
Daddy, I'm driving to the sea.
Pull them off their cross for me.
Oh these reigns, heavy as can be.
These echoing songs, can you hear me singing out?
Never asked for, but taking with stride,
outside, I'm being pulled from the inside.
Such grace.
On knees, just a taste.
to save face.
Awaken like the wind in spring, fresh breath.
Oh you, sweet little thing.
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