Sepia Storm
Murky water from the gold dust around my feet
Foggy air from the sepia storm that has me beat
Sluggish heat pressing down to crush the meek
Holy water keeps sweat on the brow and leaves them weak
Allow the clouds to part
Fourth attempt to start
I’ll be permanent this time
So help me God and part the dusty breeze
And clear my darkened sight
Shady past of two lovers collide
Future that I kept praying it was still alive
Amnesia from the red fog, bleak nomad
Clear the dust from your eyes, it’ll help a tad
Do the textbooks lie?
Do love and lust die?
Lengthy as the Rime
So help me God and cleanse me of my sins
And lead us toward the light
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