Maybe we’re Bruised and Battered, Broken and Shattered

But we’re also Lucky and Living, Funny and Forgiving

We are The New Holy Swollen, Distant Offspring of Royalty

We Love what we Ought to be, we Worship Philosophy

Our Morals are Sound

Doings Invisible

Our Name, a Mere Depiction

Our Heaven, Synesthesia

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