.The blood of winter sets its standards high
Between the wake of autumn and the casket's eye
These roots in the soil, from the petals in the sky
Grace fell again to its bloody tomb
Like a vacant lot, Like a virgins womb
I'm on the hunt for reasons
not to slee.
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