i saw you standing there with your needles puncturing festering boils and all to what end you take your self imposed decomposition? you mirror humanity's decline your disease and failure is mine these rivers of bodies pouring into a pool of clotted blood and the filthy black smoke that bellows out from the womb of the earth. our love is a cancer, this dance is a death throe and our song is a final rattle from within our chests gnaw away at the pain,strip down to bare bone i say you standing there, severed smiling head in your hands and all to what end will take this? to what end? to what end? no end.
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