this air is distasteful .
it has the smell of piss.
the rotting smell of desire. of dirty men with dirty fantasies and tainted hands.
whose eyes have seen perversion at the greatest degree.
whose blood spills and makes the ground a deathbed.
hence, to live in the skies; among the clouds of desire.
making rainbows after rain clouds as bridges and lighting to guide this path.
to have the sun become my vortex in entering the days ins and outs.
i want to live high. we shall live high. carried by and on Seraphim.
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