Whirling Chaos
Ride the πͺ️
πͺ️ and πͺ️
Forming in its wake
If you hadn't form
Certainly you will by morn
Clinging to the wind
The shape of sadness
Twists violence and desire
As it claws from sleep
Nothing withstands it
To withstand it dance as if
Life depends on it
For sin holds the line
But longing bursts at the seams
Dreams come pouring down
Without uncleanness
Even air takes shape to rage
Against newfound cage
So rage alongside
No other way to survive
Resonate chaos
Dawn will break again
Even πͺ️πͺ️πͺ️ tamed gather
Force as time ticks on
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