1. |
A Total Lifespan
02:35
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Feed me, o mother bird, I cannot feed myself,
Give me what I cannot bear to chew,
Striving to look alive while waiting for death
Diminishing until I appear as something new.
Beat the coward out of the shell that was once me,
Hermit crab from one home to another,
Manufactured hate starts at home –
Byproduct, I first despise my brother.
A total lifespan
Of what was once mine.
A journey to the void.
A brick against my spine,
Annihilation
Of all I found divine.
Humiliation
Until I feel fine.
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2. |
The Holy Pervert
05:58
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Devoted messenger to carry the word – to the same crowd,
Recited words pave way for the old and the proud.
I burst open again and again –
A new form of nudity eager for persecution.
Fingers curled like dying insects,
Wringing for those who still do not notice,
Singing songs of resignation;
Pedestal for the self-righteous.
Collect resentment to continue the gaze,
Display of anger to gather the praise.
Handle the snake, devour the eel
Observing strength until I allow you to kneel,
Hunger artist full of pride, still with sin inside.
Saintly misery unrequired, anything to throw into the fire.
Fingers curled – dying insects,
Wringing for those who don’t notice (nothing),
Singing songs of resignation;
Pedestal for the self-righteous – pious.
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3. |
The Rot (Of Wealth)
04:37
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Look and see
But do not taste,
Admire this garden
That thrives for gaze;
I cultivated a paradise
And no one has the right.
Polished, rotten fruit –
Abundance of sight.
Seeker of glory, soil on my hands,
I starve you and myself.
Seeker of glory, soil on my hands,
Hiding the rot of wealth.
Give the hungry a view
To draw their last breath,
To die outside the garden
Is something I can’t accept.
Invite a corpse to the table
And cover him with jewels,
Scoff that he doesn’t eat
And call him a fool.
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