With darkness she does speak,
Words from which to run,
Anxiety at its very peak,
As harsh as the dessert sun.
She circles me around,
From her I can not hide,
As bitterness takes the center ground,
And wrath the devils side.
Oh earth cover the me with soil,
Are the last words of truth,
As my blood begins to boil,
As angels the heart do sooth.
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