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through rivers it merges
a sliver in hand
shackled from the madness of deepened pain lest I refrain
a distant glimmer with light of song
nestled together cause we belong
the lift to its plain
the criminally insane
shattered dreams filter through its means
collect your thoughts
envaded by a moth
the price to one that pays
its time for us to pray
savor in the dust
praised be to God in whom we trust
the verge of denial
coming down from the wire
one gun for hire
quenched with your sweet desire
