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Entomb me with your thought,
This poison on my tongue,
The darkness in our hearts,
As dressed with enjoyment
Of a planet without us,
The light in our minds,
A pit of fire in our eyes,
Deep cuts on our meaty sides,
Marked with the fathers wrath,
So, cut off and deserted
In holes live us vermin
Us dirty, us branded
In true faith found hatred,
Enslaved me with your words
This poison of mine is yours
Of eastern promises
And beauty that never grows
I’ve tried to flee
I’ve tried to see
Beyond your mendacity
No air to breath
No light to seek
Your illusions became all I believe
In coldness of our tombs
So pleasant, yet our hefty wounds
Still yawn and reach far
Beyond the limit of our severed arms,
Engraved with words
This madness is yours