Knocking down walls
With my poor choice of words,
Spitting them with bloods
Of higher angels and of lords,
Making me shiver
Inside this body of dust,
Chewing my own liver
And throwing up my trust.

Losing the life
I once lived alone,
Swallowing the knife,
The water and the stone,
Living again
In vain.

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