once again,
we sit beside the drain,
which causes us pain,
scrubbing off human and become like saint.
Dark waters flow from end
till the other end
when will heaven send
angels to blend
the waters and stained
Souls of the difference
And the unworthy
From time and class
Living in the drain for eternally
We soak our feet
in the cold, mystic, indulging waters
seeing ourselves in the reflection
of trying to fleet
like the saints in feathers
before we realize,
we left our souls with the waters.
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