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on bated breath i wait

and the scent i smell

anticipated death from

the windowsill

beg the rains flow

give the wind your will

pray the gods you serve

get their greedy fill

pass the cup you spill

at the demons will

unwanted speech did preach

through the fishes' gill

but the boughs quaked

and the waters flowed

and the stones you threw

stood up to tell

i wondered the state

of the cross, and again

i wondered the state

of the cross, and again

derived to find if i'd

open wide my lips

and touch your

burning fingertips

that honey you've fed me

but you've led me

to my grave

Monday did show

that the city'd glow

the ashes rose up high

and the rains did flow

i wondered the state

of the cross, and again

i wondered the state

of the cross, and again

and again