Beating hearts are way too weak to move
Glove the candle with sufficient gloom
When i touched the leaning wooden bed
It tumbled into dust cut with molten lead
Tears run into palms
Like Bodies pile in tombs
And evaporate
Stoned on astral phage
I bleed the rotted gauge
The idiots will win
Flame soaked earth
To break the timbral cage
from muffled oily bays
With fragments of the birds’
Glass charred wings
Viewing from above
Swamping blackened lungs
Foam the terror sun
Lightning speaks
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