Entering by Vestments

We hold these truths to be self evident
But what is history but this broken line of proofs
My fathers drink
My mother's lungs
Does it continue til we enter in the purge
The suffering savage
New Land but lost and lonely
Up by your bootstraps
You get what you deserve
I was a black flyer
And then a white trial
And suddenly you're entering again
A broken weapon
A dream assailed
I called for memory
But none could be revealed
Where is the hunger
Who stole my thirst
What will be found
When nothing is unturned
Are we searching for nothing
Are we looking for anything
Are we entering, Are we entering
Without the holy hope of Yeezus
You're left the levers of within
But if I talk I talk of treason
And then the entering begins
I am not sick I'm merely healing
I am the scab left in the bin
Devils speak calmly and with reason
It lets the entering begin
I will bow down and ask them
May I enter in?
I will bow down and ask them
May I enter in?
i was colding, could have been known could have been seen

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