In some hell dug miles below, I pray As down here, we've all met God Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed Peasant-bound in this hole, So I look to the wall And it speaks: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl."** But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold Contour to the pain that I don't feel in but outside These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse Eat the bugs I'm fed, Textures of almond brittle Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists Link all the decades before this to fake your mind Mud God, come help: "Sun set. Why rest? All fall. We crawl." Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn't see much but shit Not true; our hope was lost before all of this Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you These tears of stitched lips, I don't cry out of remorse I cry for something more...
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