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Circle Of Dead Children

As faces crept in from the room next door to my eyes I let a razor race swiftly down my armless body towards the clays of hell Blink to separate desecration

We idolize and exonerate the statues of barbarians and henchmen and why and how we must pattern ourselves to be such men Who is the hero? Who is the scapegoat

Spit slides like sludge from the lips Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile Ripped

Don't bite the hand that feeds you Rather saw it off at the shoulder and bury the blade Incinerate the torsos and start a fresh page in the journal

Manipulate the slime and assume supreme control of the mind The smallest particles of existence can become the fallen curtains for us all The show is

Evolution lives harmonious with extinction We must die We masquerade as flourishing flowers but live as stagnant weeds We must die We are the fertilizers

I live between the layers of paint on the wall I see out from the pores in the paint on the wall We are a society of monsters impersonating innocence

Who am I? Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws Laid my body on a hollow altar A spectacle

Feed me and rape me and rope me As a family we will hang together As a genus we will bleed together We have settled for less