Belife Askew"Belief Askew"The venom ofa fathers black tooth.A weeping wound of holy orificeupon the hearts ofthe yet-untouched.Each drop,simple and corrosivestaining white pages opaque.A failing memory so close to a young heart.Contained in slotted gates,satin curtains of compensation.The secret processes,means and manners of not speaking.Continued to the highest seats.Signed in and dismissed;aside for other import(ances).A stunning display,blindingly ob(li)vious,with high flight of hypocrisy.The very shudder ofa sacrificial lambbefore the blade.So many needsunfulfilled,and so many scenes played outbehind the guise of a symbol.A corruption,keeping the saviors from their own burning redemption.
Exhale:immolationLiving to count.1ne and 6ixis a slow process [progression].The mechanics ofharm; abandon (1)Such selfish act,such cause. (2)A reason for thewords,the paper and departure. (3)Disperato (4)and finale.Tension in the beats [breathing].(5)Silence.[Close your eyes, child. You don't need to see this]Exhale.Immolation.(6)