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our mother is dying again |
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coldly she stares at her kin, with no empathy |
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she said you will remember me, all of me, and... none of me... |
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with each sigh of pain. I give birth to you, |
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now there is no time left... face fate... whitout me |
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sculpting every shallow grin from the madness I now keep |
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shame on us as we coil, and shed our skin |
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the paralyzed wretch now clings to me |
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working deep its needy fingers |
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burrowing, nestling within the warmth of waning, feral flesh |
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in hopes of sipping from the coveted chalice of cancer |
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all to remind us of false comfort found within the arms of fate |
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innocence wakes from brittle bones |
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and sleep draws closer with each subtle breath |
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pursed lips, cracked and swollen |
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sip sweet milk from ivory breast |
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nurturing the inevitable end, infant eyes peer and widen |
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her womb laced with decay spews forth it's putrescence |
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and so is born another fool... broken angels fall at our feet |
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skeletal apparitions with eyeless sockets |
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crawling and seething, weeping for mercy |
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we eat their bodies, savor their flesh |
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tasting their anguish so the misery can live on |
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within us, passing from one to another |
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the searing hatred thet now lines our skin |
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I can feel your gaze on me, yet you always look away |
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my eyes and my lips sewn shut, I forget that we are here |
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if this is my Hell, then I carry you with me always |
