All My

All my principalities
Are unsure realities
Where past does out last
My present moments, and
My present days,
The devil is a beveled edge
That sketches around me,
Black is the shadow that
Doesn’t heal me, that does
Save me,

Bring the log into my eye,
Spread your love over my
Life, I ask for smog, I ask
For traffic, I ask for havoc,
I ask for destruction to break
My combustion, highway
Corruption leaks oil on me
But what oil lives in me

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