You look at the world
With purple eyes
A dream being sold
Another dies
With no foothold
You try to stand
In a sea too old
Prophecies in sand
Why was life given
And told, be dear
Its death forgiven
Virgin blood I smear
How many more
Nights ashore
Will it take to
Be folklore
Would it be whole
Purple again
incomplete soul
Coveted pain
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