Dig that small space
where fear, love and anger
are born and spread
Follow an area where
junk like heart shred
Join in erasing with me
that where pain is free
Mind you carry an axe
whence fear is at lax
Bury deep in this earth
that hand gives birth
Rub all that is happy
Wash all that is merry
Cleanse my soul of purity
that talks of all security
Manhandled emotions shall not reach
To make your sad head preach
Lastly kills all seeds of love
that can sprout at verge and vase
Make life easy thus with sin
touching soil of body within
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