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PERFECTION, PERFECTION, PERFECTION, PERFECTION, PERFECTION, PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

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PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

----------------------------

PERFECTION

Ashes:

I was gathering blue light

from your lynx-eyed vessel

of death.

Against terror

blind-folded, shot in the head

on road.

Earth was your bed

and a shimmering moon

your pillow.

It was apathy of gates

of heaven.

The mist grows heavy.

Daring to bare

the jugs of wine,

body walks on edge.

Satish Verma

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