My Key by Nomad
I'm beyond that what you are
I'm rising when you are passing me
I'm growing nursed by the power path
I can see deeper, because my shoots are growing from the bottom
I'm the centre of earth depths
Deaf like a scab you can't see anything
I'm lightning candles of death somewhere near your dumb lust
Friendly graves are humming serenades for me
I'm cuddling children hungry for power
The row of my sparks is burning right next to your fear
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