exercising haunted corners with burning sage
hear the screams leave behind an echo
corners of a haunted heart barely beating
sometimes the burning kills the beats
silently burns out like the sage
the consumed being leaves with no echo
like an empty stage you swallow these echos
singing the ghostly fragile heartbeats
harmonizing with the rising of the smoking sage
fill the demons with rage as the burning sage echos through the chambers of your beating hearts
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