Cleaned up the mess I'm in, now I am born again.
Naked, spotless motion without strings.
I've flushed the filth to sea, the limbs and sharp debris,
But if that water rises, woe is me!
Hearts aren't beating, they're counting down.
Breaths aren't stolen, they're groomed and given out.
The closet is teeming with broken bones.
I'll be driven out and swallowed whole.
I walk the crooked mile with the devil on my back,
Puppeteering, schemes with every step.
But I once could walk through walls and drift above it all,
Pursuing endless love to endless depths.
Hearts aren't beating, they're counting down.
Breaths aren't stolen, they're groomed and given out.
The closet is teeming with broken bones.
I'll be driven out and swallowed whole.
Object all you want, but I am not done with you.
Lives will be lost. Children will grieve.
Entire nations will crumble and blood will run deep, but we will be redeemed.
You and I will be weightless, we'll stay unborn.
So death can't start the clock and love can seep through our pores.
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