More often than not I feel the
calmness at stake within my bones,
which leads me to smile
as I continue to roam
A coffin in a drought are my thoughts,
yet their shadow still remains
Which leads me to question
the concept of faith
with all this unwanted rain














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"Your angels speak with jilted tongues, the serpent's tale has come undone. You have no strength to squander."
--Ice - Sarah McLachlan
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