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Crumbling world falls through my hands

In my mouth taste bitter sands

Grass is burning, pulse is slow

Drip by drip my backwards growth… crawl

Fade to hate

And I'll die within my fade

Wine, song, women, birth

This deflowered mother Earth

Planting, plowing, how she grieves

The seeds that grow these dying trees… crawl

Fade, fade, I hate

I'll die within my fade

True

Crawl

Fade, fade, I hate

I'll die within my fade