The revisionist's death by her own hand poison egg the implement I am chest deep in her swarm poison egg reverse swallowed I see them seething between
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Our Skin Worn Thin Our Bones Exposed Life Reduced to Ticks From Forest Caves and azure Skies We Chrashed upon this Earth The Years, they passed and so
Always Object Always Subject Can You see Us Are we there? Are we there... Can You see Me? We are watching We are watching... You are fading In the Daylight
Swarm relocation reload and bein I can't go on
Heat seeps in holes Heat seeps in souls Sweat soaked yellow shroud Breathless protection Daggers where the eyes should be Blood running down your cheeks
He was patient Slow descent, chills the bones His wait maybe long Still he carries on Always reaching for her Always breathing for her Lifting his hand
[partial word version] Minus It's the minus times Minus times Bitter serum and sting rays Breathe in water through the punctured throat Scars like rope
Wait for me dead When light hits floor When our cancer Has swept her away We are the sleepers Black sun heralds new dawn It's all we know Black holes
In this secret way He knew you first And from those lips, a seed Your mouth dropped open Darkness fell out Kept close in skin Kept close in blood And
Those Eyes and /this) tower have seeped into our open Veins Uncoiled was it's strenght And Our Souls en masse Poured down in Sheels of Rain And dissolved
( .... all in all in, all in a day .... ) ( ... a day it changes everything ...)
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Long you both laid in the sun's yellow stare On the edge with eyes rolled back in the waves we calling him As he teetered on the edge The waves were calling
Through fiction we saw The Birth Of Futures Yet to come Yet in Fiction lay the Bones Ugly in their nakedness Yet under this Mortal Sun We cannot hide
Rise in the Morning Air Greeted by cinders of the Dead Syndic calls Your Name Show your thinned face at The Window Is this the next Day? Prepare
Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time