dormant to the passing of my death
cold stares into the eyes
of walking pestilence
to be forgotton
in the confines of slavery
feeding the ruin
to the leeches obssession
spinning within these walls
of my insanity
hearing them sing
the songs of celebration
to watch you
serve your flesh to the worms
is this the solution to our survival
the endless mirage of success and hope
do we only exist
to behold the parallel to perdition
to place another ornament
above the corpses of our ingenuity
bloodsoaked hands pointing the finger
provoking the executions of the unknown face
the blind leading the blind
deeper into the cost
of reason and belief
i will tip my hat to the ashes of this earth

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