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This endless march

For what

Like a chamber of malice

You are all forced to

Suffer, within.

Like a gear on another endless cycle

Turning towards nothingness

And this will be the sorrow

Fermenting inside

Leaking out like the pus from infected wounds

As words become actions

With axes raised


A grave

For thousands to kneel

Fucking

Turning

Inside the wheel grinded to paste

And shards of bone there screams shall echo through the ages

And dont try to run

For a fucking pestilence is

Waiting to spread

Across the earth

A forced rebirth

Destructive in nature
Hiding

Under the waves

Twisting

Turning

It lies

Beneath your feet

To drag you deeper

No way to prepare

Never ending are the millions burnt

And when

The skies go to rest

We shall start again

Out

From

The ashes,




Flocked shadows and sillouettes

Ahhh


They kept waiting

As flowers grow over the dead

Always, to be

Remebered in time

But not in

Saddness

or

weeping with grief

More from the heart and great memories

Until time allows you once more to sleep

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