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Praying through the nose.

Rhetoric in repose.

Being comes and goes.

Valor of the rose.

Sickness exposed as

corpses erode.

Dogma exploiting the slain

thickens the leaded haze.

Not all will come of age,

breeding thankless dismay.

Children symbolically and

physically replaced.

We embraced the hive

To be one of a kind.

Consigned to confines we’ve misjudged,

Slumlords of stunted pride.

Recycled lives

Fucking for the lust

Of serpent tongues.

A call to arms

From aged yarns

Passed down to our young.

Praying through the nose.

Sampling gourmet crow.

Temper a soldier’s woes

teaching them who they loathe.

Conflating sex appeal

with jingoistic zeal.

Narratives that grip the wheel

keep a culture on its heels.

There’s always evil to reveal

when there’s context to conceal.

We embraced the hive

To be one of a kind.

Consigned to confines we’ve misjudged,

Slumlords of stunted pride.

Recycled lives

Fucking for the lust

Of serpent tongues.

A call to arms

From aged yarns

Passed down to our...

Bull and rhino horns

are all I see.

Has this been the world,

or is it just me?

(x3)

Kill them all,

silence falls.

Kill them all,

silence falls.

Praying through the nose.

Our chronic overdose.

We embraced the hive

To be one of a kind.

Consigned to confines we’ve misjudged,

Slumlords of stunted pride.

Recycled lives

Fucking for the lust

Of serpent tongues.

A call to arms

From aged yarns

Passed down to our young.