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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