my sincerest distraction
all these baron wombs
i have been wishing in rivers
unopened cocoons
restless
is it the prophet/making profits
a sponge bath
a suit and tie
all the crows laugh
from the roof tops
will they behead or crucify
if they burn you at the stake then I'll join in and share your grave
until then
I will eat the locust
a taste so ashen
she is pretty when she starves
a walk that's so skeletal
parades in graveyards
the once fertile crescent
a fools wish come true
Ive become the fingers
pulling rocks out of (the dam)
this is the age of ages
lets burn the history pages
flood all the cities
tear down all the buildings
underneath this concrete
there is something living
its scratching at the walls
we are still at the fall
this waxwing currency
is slowly melting
oh, Lord, Ive been mistaken
this marrow from the bone
swallow all Ive known
Ive got these mouths to feed
but soon their gonna eat me
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