“I am sweeping through The Gates,
washed in the blood of the Lamb” he said
Disputing the world, the word, the line, the hook
This strength will carry me through
I negate all need for positive,
I exist, I thrive.
The line and hook merely barb in my side
there is no less than all
We resist we thrive, we fail just being alive
In my eyes, On my side
I am sweeping through the Gate, no less than all
Washed in the blood of no less than all
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