Death help these limbs and these eyes
Staring into the abyss...
Lifeless and Searching they find
However, they're wasting their time

Filled up the place with the stentch
Willted, this feast of the flies...
In darkness, this plague of mind
A Suffering, so divine...

Life help these limbs and these eyes
Under the veil of the sun...
Fearless and numb they have won
Departed, they left for their son...  

Amongst the absence of stones  
Skincase, shroud of nothing...
In turning, machine of the gods
A vesseled, blistering mass

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Flesh of the earth, open thine eyes
Rotting from birth, filter the lies
Flesh of the earth, a prison inside
All that is left , remains of mankind