As an asylum of lost winds
Gather around i
Raindrops caress I skin
Alone I stand adjacent to
Tall palm trees facing the sky
In I hand
A cup of black coffee
In it i behold I twin
Staring at i
Through his eyes
I notice his soul just made a right turn
At the gates where he stood
A decade ago
Now nothing exists
There was never but a wall
Just a fiction of battles
Coated with beautiful roses
Rotting from within
It is now clear
I hate that it had to be him
Now that the fruit is mature
I hate that he had to taste it
Aside from the glamour on the outside
I see the serpent he fell in love with
I see the chains of Jezebel tearing him apart
I see bloody tracks fade
I hear a still voice whispering
Come to me son
I am thy refuge and strength
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