Searching deep and dust a dawn,
into my mind a must, its gone.
A blazing death to demon might.
Amazing grace and fifteenth sight.
Locations of the golden, guarding,
gaven hope and haven hearts.
Chasing, Chosen, watch the shows
black and white.
Death or life.
Crawling mud and sliding crude of
nickel keepers, bath time suds.
To wash away?
To sting away?
To burn away?
Like it's........tatooed in my mind.