Restless beats at the door
eyes of the dark
souls of the poor
Markings on the sacred wall
Chauncey glass
A sodden call
You are a lock
I am the key
You are my vine
I am the tree
Sparks of a spirit
Clothes for the soul
I am immortal
You just burn coal
Eyes of the accused
Question the unknown
Feathers of a legend
Now seem all alone
Thoughts remain still
Reversed in a motion
Rumors of the cross
Let's create a potion.
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