| First the auspices, they came dripping from the sky, set their course to the
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| coast, black sand blazing in their eyes. |
| We woke and bore witness to a
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| tarnished veil of gold tiny corpses line the strand, obsolescence unfolds.
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| Intravenously, hypodermic pipelines seep toxins to the sea adorning our shores
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| with negligence. |
| Suffocate, immolate — cauterize the surface. |
| Poison dances in
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| the sky.
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| Walk with me. |
| Walk with me and see our colonies breeding dystrophy.
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| Can you feel, feel the disconnect resonate, burn inside your chest?
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| Palpitating, palpitating pulse — failing heart, cardiac convulse.
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| The violence we love, it’s cyclical. |
| We rise and we fall, it’s inevitable.
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| Is it fatal? |
| Is the fallout inevitable?
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| It was all for nothing — spiraling out of control.
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| (Misdirected decathect, both indirect and circumspect, oh architect of
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| disconnect, in retrospect I now suspect.)
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| Trace the hills with your hungry eyes. |
| Witness how, like an orphan’s spine,
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| cities protrude on the horizon line. |
| Greed will rise and carve out the sky,
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| blinding us to the…
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| Repercussion. |
| Pull the blood from the earth, leave a grave for your sons.
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| Oil is the ink, fueling missiles like pens — writing oblivion.
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| Walk with me. |
| Walk with me and see our colonies breeding dystrophy.
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| Can you feel, feel the disconnect resonate, burn inside your chest?
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| Palpitating, palpitating pulse — failing heart, cardiac convulse.
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| The violence we love, it’s cyclical. |
| We rise and we fall, it’s inevitable.
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| Is it fatal? |
| Is the fallout inevitable?
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| It was all for nothing — spiraling out of control.
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| Is it fatal? |
| Is the fallout inevitable?
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| It was all for nothing — spiraling out of control.
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| This violence we love, it’s cyclical. |
| We rise and we fall, it’s inevitable.
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| The violence we love, it’s cyclical. |
| We rose just to fall.
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| I followed the harm to the site of infection. |
| The exit wounds where we made our
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| home. |
| We were gorged with the earth and drunk off the seas. |
| And now we die with
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| the taste of decay on our tongues. |