Chasing me into the depths of hell,
Walls crushing bone, splintering shards
Pierce my lungs as I struggle to breath
Stagnant air poisons the poppies growing along the path
Winding toward my salvation as well as my doom
And they catch fire as the dry air carries the musk of our sins
Defiantly unwilling to stop what we have created
The fire and air consume us and ashes are all that are left.
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