The burning burden blowing faster breathing through all things disaster
can you make my heart go faster, hold it dear for love it festers
like a gaping wound entombed in a graveyard keeping wombs
birthing babies for the doomed, loving the hearts that give them wounds
they are those who keep pace with the wicked
and leave behind them a world conflicted
clean sheets and newly born, hearts wicked for lives they've torn
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