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Concrete altars crack under hunger’s weight

Children chew rust dreaming in black smoke

While sirens preach sermons of decay

Plastic gods melt in toxic rain

Flesh markets open before the dawn

Every breath tastes like old machine oil

And truth is sold by the gram

Psalms of putrefaction written in the stench

Verses of corrosion carved into your skin

Hymns for the dying echo through the filth

Psalms of putrefaction the gospel of rot

Every handshake hides a blade

Every smile drips with mold

Politicians feed on the marrow of the poor

While the clock bleeds hours into the sewer

Hope is embalmed in plastic wrap

Dreams are buried in landfill graves

Voices crack like broken glass

Begging for the end to finally begin

Psalms of putrefaction written in the stench

Verses of corrosion carved into your skin

Hymns for the dying echo through the filth

Psalms of putrefaction the gospel of rot

Choke on the scripture of smoke and rust

Kneel to the altar of the last breath

The choir sings with coughing throats

And the world rots in unison