Words by Cha n
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Sicken ed by System the
My bloo dc Painting rawls into the air, my eyes red – A man o ffe He wipe rs his hand, lic s his dri k pping te ing his lips. eth and pats his My han head. ds flail t i m His talo ns sink. idly, cursing to Worlds the win The star coll d, st Longing witch painfully iding. . nothing s Whispe ring, wi , nding, v Fucking oices lin me emp gering. ty. He laps up the b lood, Pooling by my f eet. Buildin gs His teet shake, window s cascad hs ing; Money c ink. lawing, Barterin g away my abili ty to th ink. He fuck s away a n y hints Promisi of peace ng imm ortal gr Lulling eed, me asle ep. Commu nities fa de, child ren beg to breat Smog w he. anders f everishl Suffoca y ; tin Gnawin g the goodness g at the of a wor sp ld once My han gree ds clutc rawls of people h, grabb w anderin ning dust g lost. . My soul breathe s heavy Limbs l ; ifeless, hearts s till. He exto rts With my life, grinning, blood d ripping. He licks the lips o whose s tories la f corpses y unfulf illed. A demo n sicken ed in th Grinnin e system g in gre , ed. Emptied by the p romise o He is a husk of what a p f powererson co uld onc e be.
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