(Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,)
(Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,)
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orpheo
orpheo blow wind blow. i'm safe and sound.
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its not actually about religion

(Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,)

and it's somewhere here, I can smell it — I spit blood and close my eyes again and try to forget even as it happens —

(I will fear no evil:)

It isn't how I imagined it, as a child, though the crosses still haunt me. The bruises on my knees? Well I've been praying, see —

(for you are with me;)

It's about reverence. I know of no other god but that, and the metallic taste of fear and flesh and narcotics;

(your rod and your staff —)

I find this laughter is too big for my body, it swells out and sounds like sobs and I examine the dirt under my nails

(they comfort me.)

And I know — I know — David never kissed a bathroom floor. I pick up the rusted crown and place it on my head, and see the shadow of death as I stagger past the mirror.

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