No sign of heaven anywhere in sight.
All that was true is left behind.
Once I could see, now I am blind.
This disease - I give it to myself.
She makes it sweeter than the sun.
It gets too tight - I come undone.
I bow my head to confess.
The temple walls are made of flesh.
Itches the skin right off my back.
I'll set you free.
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