Pierce my spine
Bend me to look north
Words to the profits
Notes to the legacy
Grab my hands and pull
Directions of decent
Paralysis of the edge
Tipping and melting
I spill over sides
The platform shatters
The worlds collide
godly oppression
Insatiable recession
Pulled from one direction to the other there will be conflict. Finding truths in falsities, forming direction through questions.