You salt the wound
you bend it back until it breaks
You just consume
despite the way that it may taste
Caught in the bloom
of creations which are not your make
You walk the plank
veiled steps towards what they say and think
Don't even blink
as we push the planet to its brink
Cohorts of war
without reason to what you wage them for
You just forsake
a sedated apathetic state
You choose to pray
to a non-responsive deity
Repeat after me
I am free
As death nods his head reassuringly
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
You salt the wound
you bend it back until it breaks
You just consume
despite the way that it may taste
Caught in the bloom
of creations which are not your make
You walk the plank
veiled steps towards what they say and think
Don't even blink
as we push the planet to its brink
Cohorts of war
without reason to what you wage them for
You just forsake
a sedated apathetic state
You choose to pray
to a non-responsive deity
Repeat after me
I am free
As death nods his head reassuringly
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