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My hate, it keeps me warm enough

To grow outside the swarm

To claw armour down from angels breasts

Crawl like a snake, without my legs

I'm married to this misery

I grip it like a gun

The loyal son, in consequence

I'll never be a man

Be it a thousand

A million squared

Nothing I claim

Takes me farther from here

Who will still be here tomorrow?

Who will be leaving?

None shall receive

For nothing will be given

And every prophet

Said the same thing

Not a single word

Worth remembering

And you be warned

For the answers you seek

Dress in poison shrouds

And breed in the weak

Who will still be here tomorrow?

And who will be leaving?

None shall receive

For none will be given

Be it a thousand

A million squared

Nothing I claim

Takes me farther from here

And every prophet

Said the same thing

Not a single word

Worth remembering