This Sect

They’re by the Door Now

I’m not asking, I’m telling you
This air’s not for whispers
Too much time was spent on these walls
Mine just caved in
only fists like hammers will make amends)

It spins so slow
Affecting every blow
A nosebleed in control
The purpose
Played out in front of me
Now gone without trace

I’ll re-inforce the barriers
Lace them with perfect cold chrome
It’s where I seem most as one
That fortress will be my home

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