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Tumulus
02:48
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the days have grown shorter
i grind my teeth
into gnarled stumps and watch
as the shroud between the
the concrete and clouds grows thin and collapses
into a grey oblivion
not even the crows will know their home
beyond the veil there lies nothing, nothing but fault lines and foot prints
vastness and abhorrence for what has come to pass
into such great abysmal machinery
the soil barres nothing the flesh
of mans bastard son coats its rotten womb
THIS IS NO EMPIRE THIS A FUCKING BURIAL MOUND
iron ore defines the maps in our veins
bound from wrist to ankle and left to drown
our masters lay upon a bed of burnt bark
daggers drowned in there throats
skin torn from their palms
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Warren, the way is shut
02:15
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every night its the same
a thin eclipse strays in circles
from its valleys knotted maw
vast noxious warren thick with mire
i have crawled your narrow mines endless days
and our dreams were made of lead and mire
drowned in your winding tributaries
burning bark lifeless river bank
tore the remaining tissue
from my frame
in hopes that in the absence of its weight
i would find convalescence
and that the burden of human naissance
would pass with flame
the way is shut
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Ursa
02:45
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Their arrows
carved from oak flesh
weighted with corse gnarled grits
that have never known the gentle shaping of the sea
they have not shaken my residence here
dusk with gather in the crest of my palm
and i will shed my shameful maladroit skin
in the ethereal light of the cold waning sky
DREGS OF URSA
marrow claw and hide
i will not let the dawn take you from me
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