It is rising in black and blue.
Do you see it take root?
Life is like this when we fall.
Ancient demons will have us all.
Well angels, are you burning us?
Beggars lifting for a turn.
No more answers by yourself.
We’ll live till this sanctuary burns.
We take you now to the canopy,
We take you now.
Radical flames tongue the tips,
Like the touch we forget.
Trembling for mercy,
Oh martyr you've not suffered yet.
Starving for the ever glow,
Choking sleep to achieve identity,
Mighty thought how you have grown,
Heaven sets the sky that weighs down on me.
Is it ash or asphyxiate?
Take me back to the ground,
Twist me in a tourniquet,
Carve your place till I am found.
Mix it into black and blue,
Do you see it take root?
Life is like this when you’re not alone.
Ancient demons they have gone.
Well angels, are you burning us?
Beggars lifting for a turn.
No more answers by yourself.
We’ll live till this sanctuary burns.
Angels are you burning us?
We seek refuge while we learn.
Angels are you burning us?
We’ll live till this sanctuary burns.
Author notes
I am a tree that is burned by the sun. I grow to the moon at the cost of leaving behind my roots. On my trunk I am marked by those around me, but I cannot be held to those wounds.
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This is really cool, Jesse... it has a lot of great mental imagery. I likey.
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