Mindful of sand
a fingerprint scanned
never for the damned
and no blessed are in sight
Schism or a fight
need to adjust the light
someone just might have a slight
breeze of delight
And not until the clouds are
machine made can a single tree
set on a crusade
So loose-legged
the armed men stand
in surprise I despise
how they hold onto their land
on the chest
a heart distressed
when the rest
eventually laid to rest
And not until the clouds are
machine made can a single tree
set on a crusade
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