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Circle Of Dead Children

Why do our children bleed? Onto the floor Tears and blood Onto their backs Riding punishment Keeping it alive Pierced down with Heidi's Arrow Wounds that

We were not born into sin We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless traditionalism shaped into the guise of human nature Human

Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host

This wound cannot be patched as my blood runs gelatinous, sweet and black Only to be tasted by the chafed lips of the inflictor, a mirror The heavy-handed

Forced to scorch at the stake of humanity Our heavy skulls and cumbersome bodies fastened by straps of fear and mediocrity Anchored and confused Confused

You've burned your bridges and crushed all life within the world that dwells under them Kissed a prince and created a troll Blood will mop up but last

Fire consume the altar Gash across the lamb's throat No one will ever listen Never again Your divinity figure with stained red teeth Aghast with

We were not born into sin We were born into the ignoble and desperate grasp of thoughtless traditionalism shaped into the guise of human nature Human

If I knew for sure that I had a soul I'd sell it right now for the chance to experience Mother Earth's last gasp before she sinks into a perpetual episode