Rose from Bone Picker by the strange truth of it all

Rose

Spider webs across the threshold it seems,
Spells it out for the shadows and the trees,
Intact the notion from the ends of our spears.
It’s beading up, while the heart swells with tears and i said…

I rose and I roared,
Been chasing daggers with the balance of a sword.
And I rose and I roared.
This crater ocean marks my death among what’s yours.

Been tangled up within these porcelain dreams,
New fangled heat waves, they mark the cracks and the seams.
The second wind, well it done blowed us all down.
But we’re back up again to get ourselves knocked down and out and…

I rose and I roared,
Been chasing daggers with the balance of a sword.
And I rose and I roared.
This crater ocean marks my death among what’s yours.
And I rose and I roared.
These chain link letters drape from top down to the floor.
And I rose and I roared.
You’re draping loosely from the rocks down by the shore.
Falling down and down we go
And Falling down and down we go
The spider sits along the dark side of the seams,

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