and still we will destroy what is left to die
showered beneath the guilt dripping from our hands
day after day to crawl through the rising floods
as the walls of flesh are caving in
is this our sacrafice
the taste of blood upon our tongue
the nails are falling into place
and we will lift up our glass of poison
unable to pull the knife from our back
bathing in the fruition of these burning skies
merciless
face down in the mouth of perishing winds
disavow fills our vehement eyes
starvation is setting in...

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