Calling by Trenches
Loud against my face. The tired awake. I walked denied. The tombstone swayed. I feel soaked with blood. These all smell my flesh. The crowds are calling. Calling me. The crowds are calling me. These are the lies. They run from this. I cannot look, want to collapse.
The Calling. The Calling
My sheltered minds� they�re coming down. They come again. Down.
Loud against my face. The tired awake. I walked denied. The tomb swayed.
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