2 Star Motel #3

Cracked sky bleeds
white lightning,
as I echo out
the devil’s hymn,

There are blasphemies
between breaths, and
somehow saving graces,

I will press on;
and I will
raise a tower
to the sun.

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Cracked sky bleeds
white lightning,
as I echo out
the devil’s hymn,

There are blasphemies
between breaths, and
somehow saving graces,

I will press on;
and I will
raise a tower
to the sun.

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