Vitals pumping new life into a sordid husk,
Catalyzed by sweet words and invigorated blood.
Once threatened to be ravaged and left a worn-out moon
Is salvaged by a stray bullet rapt with rambler cues.
"Find me a mute pharmacy!" my moon scratches out its cords.
The Hospital Hands heed the call and lick at open sores.
Left alone with Remorse, jaws tearing at the cause,
A feeling best described as not unlike apathy begins to caress its claws.
The stray bullet punctures these sutures, that closed in hollow hope,
And lets it flow like waterfalls if strengthening swallows.
Health is nothing short of a miracle I now fully comprehend,
The stray bullet blesses my moon with it, may it's embrace never end.
"Health is a triumph, a torchlight amongst man,
It allows us to live as we choose or demand.
Health lights the caverns of the questions we seek
And acts as the compass of our own possibilities."
Catalyzed by sweet words and invigorated blood.
Once threatened to be ravaged and left a worn-out moon
Is salvaged by a stray bullet rapt with rambler cues.
"Find me a mute pharmacy!" my moon scratches out its cords.
The Hospital Hands heed the call and lick at open sores.
Left alone with Remorse, jaws tearing at the cause,
A feeling best described as not unlike apathy begins to caress its claws.
The stray bullet punctures these sutures, that closed in hollow hope,
And lets it flow like waterfalls if strengthening swallows.
Health is nothing short of a miracle I now fully comprehend,
The stray bullet blesses my moon with it, may it's embrace never end.
"Health is a triumph, a torchlight amongst man,
It allows us to live as we choose or demand.
Health lights the caverns of the questions we seek
And acts as the compass of our own possibilities."
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