The hive you detest is the one you're among Larvae writhing in the pores of your tongue The soul you've left bereft has beset the unsung Brains in vats in darkness linked to bodies growing dumb
The psalms you spoke to soothe me have since sewn into my soul Your empty words destroyed me in ways you'll never know The prudeness of your cruelty has but led you to this day Trauma always finds its way to dig inside your grave
Writhing in your tongue
A body posed upon the cross The crown is rosed with wilted loss The scars that you have slashed have not escaped me very far The cage that you have kept me in has lowered into tar
The crown of thorns has turned to dust Your heart of ice has burned to rust The veins that you have popped painted a portrait to put up All your talks of suicide with worthless extra steps
I laid in chains on concrete knowing the dawn of the end was upon me
Writhe, arise
Writhing in your tongue The game you live is done
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