Violent red crashing heart
She bleeds through sun bleeds through
The eyes of the deep jungle seven demons overcome by naked, raw, human form! The world is monochrome The lips deceitful But child, focus on the violet violent colour within you It will burn through your eyes, the demon becomes a cloud converted by your love Time slows Now mother nature rips in two, emerging branch from her heart emerging flowers and fruits from her soul, the world is born again a phoenix increasing beauty with each cycle
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