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His Altar

Bad Poetry, Crazyland

Were there no more days to face
I would kneel at the table
unbind my heart
lay down under your light
and weep the drowning rivers

Sacred hand reach deep within me
drive out every space of breath
choke this spark
and smash these cries
upon your hardened cliffs

Let me sink forever in Her waters
may She wash my lifeless womb away
Take what will not die
and kill this poisoned sorrow
Give me no more days to face

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