My cup of “Last Supper”
Have drained out
Let the taught forget
Not healing the future
Unchain the fallacies
Free them to your cosmos
Leave the taught
To be winged
In the skin of blue
To be wounded
To grow with death
To be aware of known
Let the realization
Bring them to life
Come feed my inhibition, freedom, pain, and surrender. Usher me to breed creation for life, vision, and knowledge
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