Blinded fingers, sliding fluid,
A basketful of snakes in the hole.
Rapture above forbidden sources,
Carving the path for a place in the sun.
The river that never dries,
The wind that never swifts,
Has all reinvented its history,
To harvest a new source.
The taste of blood,
As raw as its smells,
You made the God bleed.
And now you are dying to destroy yourself.
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