i have breathed and blazoned words to encrypt

but decided words are meaningless

what do they bestow other then ink?

instead, ill give my veins and pour from them blood

i’ll hand you my tears for mending, if ever you may need stitches

and take with you this skin of armor, it has grown quite thick throughout the years…

then please have these wrinkles for every line in age is wisdom

and with this, my lungs for momentum and rhythm for you to carry on

these blessings shall never be forsaken but rest asleep at the altar

all you need to do is look with your soul and with it’s candle, it will guide you


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