Out on a stake
Leaking from the top of my face
Falling from grace
When I rise up from sod
The scars from debates
The slate
Read it
Understandable takes
Sethian line of consciousness
Hexes were never a problem then
Best if you sever the shaking hands
I never join a murder stand
Smithing a hymn from a vex in my path
Problem with tecs in the past
Bread in a mages wake hold it, never sold it, communion it never molded
Totems culled from scrolling
Fruit I just keep holding
Moods it seemed they folded
Over And over
A set Pages from my folder
Jesus's hands on my shoulder
Moving boulders
Disproving the Pharisee quoters
Mayer hates mine
Layers wakes Maritime
Passes cuz from the water I rise
Blessed the ego so I give up disquise
Lamp of my body tagan the higher light
Mantle of my heat heard the psalm of meyerd ein
Wash my hands with Jin before I dip inside the fire
I throw away this sin so my spirit will rise awhile
Wired times
Higher fines in maritime
The sight shows you're alive
A pool from outside the sky
I know creation is in my sight
There's no haste when you've been alive