Standing In the river of deliverance
Mud in cases and pulls
Arms in the air
Hear my screams echo through
Speak of yourself
Deliver yourself
Demons are torn unto broken shards
An image that is not cast beyond the mind
Blood runs through
Blood runs down
Mind tumbles on the current
Days weep of tears not seen
Transitional that travels on the winds
Direction does not change
Uncomfortable blankets the night
No creeping feeling
Just moments of no one
Stars are counted by thoughts
Left by ones heart to so many that have come
An escape that one avoids to drift in lost in the way of milky
Can you hear the whisper
Pointing of non-existence
In this I stand waiting

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