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I feed my flesh to a swarm of insects,
Distraught of what waste it would be,
To bury this body whole before the viewing eyes,
The spectators are required to be left aroused.

Time has passed and it all came to this,
Not quite like we had described it all to be,
The fields of slaughter once called home,
Enveloped with vast halls afterwards burnt down.

Shadows of obedience and awe,
Obfuscate the nail-paved shrine of god,
How come a human brain be so blind,
To simply entrust and obey, I decline.

We ambushed the mirrors of hope,
Left ourselves starve, and dried our wells,
Trapped in a sand pit a thousand feet deep,
Savoured by bloodlust, failed in everything.

Our laments captured to be rewound again and again,
Screams of entrapment echoing within this catacomb.

I feed my flesh to a swarm of insects,
Distraught of what waste it would be,
To bury the remains of this body.

Shadows of obedience and awe,
Obfuscate the nail-paved shrine of god,
I'm ever so sorry for thy wars,
I am not a companion of yours.

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