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Ash color grief

Road east to plague

Before the sun ray cast

Bone to the fire

Inhale the dead

Through seed and solid

I am the thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints in snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

A saint about to fall

The stained flats of heaven

Hit and razed

The wound down cough

Of the blood counting clock

With a hold of leeches

Heaven fell

The skull of the earth

Is cracked open

The old mud hatch again the horrid

Through the dark asylum

Lapped among herods wail

As their blade marches in

The eyes are already murdered

The breath draw back like a bolt

Through white oil