Some par, taken off wind fourth send whence
th' moss lie moss lies in end...
sort for tithe lift rhyme fort men side lines lines lines finding
-s inside
-s ruptured. Cut, drain,
flushed.
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Packed neatly now, survival's kindly
bowing out
resurfaced shames now full-fledged fear
lest we go back,
Found objects for the toying with
Thru sharpened ends of which part meant
I have to shut out all these men
Their piercing glares, dehumanized stares
Led to force a "don't bother you"
As motors run more clatters rung
out, darkened skies
while faggots fry those rich folk chomp
down on our flesh
now second best to sour grapes please seal our fate!
Finalized weight. The crushing thought of "it's too late"
While cities burn stones perturbed
trains of conscious
mowed short
Narratives, no second winds while
Smoke belows so burn the sowed fields, drag the load.
They made our cage with velvet walls
so cozy there, with lack of care
so humans die our records bared
while doubt restored mess for the molds
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Bury the hatch as they shove away hands
and while some grab for power still more to
be fed
Still more being stillborn in this vacuum of care
To then ursurp the model of being, beware
This essentialist droll it's still gathering folks
to obey and whittle and bury our thoughts
To forgo our power of governing self
to wash away blood conveniently spilled
For green tinder to wipe up, mere pennies to rust
While faultering misuse, those grubbing hands washed
By funeral men while they stack up thier wins
Betting on entrails from suffered now sins
Defined by these laws the gaping of jaws
Clenched shuttered museums how they catalog
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Nonwithstanding, as it were
Keeping, breaking this great
score. Scorched, the reason? Plucked,
creation from the source
Infinite flesh for better works. We are fed, dying
foods. Bleeding entrails, body words.
Suffering in failsafes, we're taking off no weight, the game
that we all play, humanity's scourge. These flames that we've forged.
Now shuffled off swords, and pen, now word. Without it neglected
, now memory's a foriegn
concept at best, though
some pass the test. Of cages they lack
and now backs turnt and bent.
Carry the weight
Lift up your jaw
Work now to do, loud and beckoning calls
From soil soon barren,
from streets not too far,
the enemies damage
can't last all that long
