The Jenova by Gridlink
Shot into the stringent
And stirred with shattered glass
Pitched into yourself
Put back together
But not without scars
No words for the dead
Continue passing embers into the sky
And hold you to
To my heart
For when the clots go dry
One winged hornet stabbing at itself
It's flickering to death
Pinned at the thorax
Loaded with meth
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