turned back into a fruitless pumpkin and something just
dissolved all the wool that was pulled over our eyes
The warmth it provided helped us sleep through the blindness
Til the Son's light could find us
though it hurt darkened eyes with
the radiance of change that's inherent inside it
We were warned that the fire that was simmering
was a breeding ground for paracitical demons
And now that the fumigation has set it,
it's ironic how clear this new air is for breathing in
and out...
But fumigation can't get under your skin
So running across oceans doesn't stifle emotions
And the erosion of my energy leaves me temporarily
in a black sand pit but I know these waves spit me out.
'Til the Son's light imbibes me
and sparks light inside me
and the radiance of change does its work to revise me
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