Sifting through sands of what we want most
Most humans in despair turn quietly to Holy Ghost.
These days I have to wash my hands clean
From time I violently ripped away all the filth I'd seen.
Eruption; shards of steel scatter in the distance, away farther
Corruption; I only walk away atop the surface of ocean water
Upon the shore, like a rocket I fire off into the sky
I close my eyes as all laws of nature fail to comply
Burst out of the clouds with untruthful grace.
It is even from up here I could see your face.
Radiant lights from all directions on me converge
The darkness of my past fires off at the sea only to submerge
And with nothing left to cling or latch onto,
I take leave of the sky and submit myself to you.
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