Distance bleeds into the outer rims
Out of vision and out of mind
Constantly staring at the end
Waking life and sleep the same as we pretend
I see heaven in the smallest number
Conceived the writing on the wall
Four nights spent struggling to breathe underwater
Last rites performed before the fall
Saints and seers being loud again
Shouting out demands to earn the light
Diligently they come out with offerings
Hear in the wind the screams crossing the blight

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