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Propose a vow
Swear an oath
As poisoned wine floods our veins.

Let each swallow
Warm this season
That kills us the most.

But we hold on
To that ledge
Though we're losing our grip
On this icicle life.

Sink in your nails
And please spit out those pills.
Keep it kicking.
Though you feel so broken
We can still mend these ties.

Just hold strong
On through these dying days.
Know that we will find land
And cough up the blood
From our lungs
On the shore.

Cough up the blood
Cough up the blood.
Spit out the blood
Spit out the blood
And breathe.

Collect the windfall
As the crops sway;
Perform their burial
Before the sun fades.

Tear open the flesh
Rip up the seams
Retrieve the seeds
To save, to sow
At dawn in spring.

Pull out thick clumps of old hair,
Grow anew,
Love again.

Toward the unknown
Our footfall treads blindly,
Feeling through the dark
For the moss side of a guiding tree
Whose bright leaves call to mind
The trail of tears.
A pulse taken for each section
Of this concrete.

Slaughtered millions
Pinned to graves
Beneath the weight
Of this great fucked machine.

The blood red moon
Like a reaper's scythe
Cuts free this tired spirit
Into the swirling, frozen night.

Starving we swallow star-lit skies
As the medicine of purging rites
To cough up all our demons.
To smother
Each memory held hostage in sorrow's choir.

Our lifelines grow
Like grass hair from the graves.
Our day's rivers run through these bodies
Unwinding each woven day.

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