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beat the rust from leaky drums scrub bloodstain until it runs wash my face and grimy hands view the scene from frosted glass and everything is managed and everything seems calm my conscience seems less damaged the bullet in my palm Offer me a clean sweep a token of affection the chaos grown knee-deep midst growing insurrection love that gives me smallest solace hope that barely warms dirty sips from golden chalice while greater Presence warns and everything consumes me and life still pulls me in and what is left that could be is choked up in what's been pressing in upon me the thing that screams it matters perspective small around me while all outside this shatters and greater union beckons this marriage begs consent I note the fleeting seconds the will that won't relent and all within me willing and all outside me cold a heart with hatred filling a groom with anger, bold and everything demands my patience and fortune seems my lot w