Scripted --
Voice;
finding breath,
‘neath dead flesh,
free our soldiers
from your death spin. Sinful drives
the knife within.
Scripted --
Words
clatter amidst
prison walls;
harmless, aimless,
wandering, falls. Trust thrusts
the slender leaf
deeper.
Scripted
realm --
(I would speak)
hunger lingers.
Defend the door;
the lustful eager,
consuming more,
deliver us
revelation. Fate twists
afflicted swords
divine.
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