Gyre

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I am the sum of a terrible nothing,
Lurching & slouching onwards to Bethlehem.
Heaven has only room for so many,
Clearly there won't be a spot for me at all.

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I am the sum of a terrible something,
Watch how the light shine through my see-through skin.
Send me an angel who flies from Montgomery,
Blind him & drown him & clip off his molten wings.

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Wait in silence,
Life in vein.
Blind in judgement,
Let the wandering feel me now!

Burn the oceans, burn their homes,
In these times before I go.
Wasted lives of sleep & stone,
Watch the centre can not hold.
Swimming through the Gyre I am born!
Swimming through the Gyre I am...

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Hear me coming,
Howl in pain.
Seek the martyr,
Skin & soul is what I crave.

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