Its like a magnifying glass is beaming over my head
looking at the chinks in the armor that hides the lie
I try to muffle my worry and ignore the effects
when inside I know that everyone does actually know
the back of their minds are shouting the truth but can't be heard because the foreground is the voice of the other, the implementation of the dead hand
triple layer ropes winding first in the mental body
our power source for the heart to create with
but the explosion of the heart into fragmented drops of fear based poison
the sacred
the mystery hidden and bound'
the heart etched like clay
the thread cuts into it
the fountain heals the injury
making whole
that which is hidden
brought into the light
