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The giant with a broken back

The spear within a cunt

Bird who fed its offspring with glass

And a torn eyelid

Cherish us as we drink on the charred rubble of your home

I see smeared cum on every tabula rasa

And an ortolan in the nature of your kind

Cherish our lack of the second chances

The voice of hunger in our soles

The torch of Satan illuminates through their masks

Cherish the taste of our spit

The memories splattered on the walls

Like they are nothing besides fodder for our contempt

Are they?

Drown! In the name of what its the last thing you heard

To meet an end is the greatest compassion

And compassion you don’t deserve

Cherish us and our knives

Cherish us as a spectator should

The giant with a broken back

The spear within a cunt

Bird who fed its offspring with glass

And a torn eyelid