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Wound
12:47
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The land is wounded
Drenched in blood
The skin that holds our ache
Stretched beneath a septic sun
We live here
By a hole
The earth has opened wide
To scream its curse
The wound has spread
It grows like vines
It grows from the pit of my heart
And circles my spine
When I die
My body will return
To the dust and the earth
From which I was born
The world is waiting for a sign of life
The spirit’s been abandoned
The cancer of greed, of waste with hungry mouths to feed
We can not wait for long
Capital’s worship of idols with no past
Consume the world with force
The cannibal flays the skin of family
Sells it back for more
The land is wounded
Bones exposed
I’m strung up on a line
Insides hanging out
I’m cut piece by piece
They take whatever they need
I’m gone
I fade away
This planet
Is not yours
Your hunger
Starves us all
Your wealth
Won’t save you
This planet
Is not yours
You coward
Your system
Is over
The sky is swallowed
Darkness falls
The wound spreads
A bottomless pit
A grave
We all fall in
Where will we go
The stars are gone
We drift away
Nothing, nothing
A universe damned
Rejection of life
Rejection of self
Never, never
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Watch It burn
Celestial light
World consumed
Your back is turned
You wait and see
You will forget
The price of
Your actions
Compromise
Humanity
You do not see
Beyond the lies
You assure yourself
Of your goodness
Your fear is loss
Of power
Of comfort
Your bed of corpses
Your inaction is complicity
Your compromises are hollow monuments to your cowardice
Your position turns your words to ash
You mistake discomfort for hardship
The gate is down
The fire has spread
It’s at your door
But you’re asleep
As the world burns
You bargain and squeal
Not for the loss of life
But for yourself
The trees come down
But they’re not yours
Until the flames
Lick at your skin
The problem’s not yours
You’re here to win
Burn
The house
The lord is out
He pretends
To care for us
His goal is wealth
He steals for himself
He’s for sale
His price is power
We’re not here to bargain
All we have is hope
The stakes are high
The time is now
We’ve lit the flame
You’re bed is alight
My bet is you’ll turn
To ash before you fight
With you out the way
We’ll regrow from ashes
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Fawn
12:39
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Walk
On your
Broken feet
Carry the fawn
It has two heads
Its lifeless form
Looking back at you
With glassy eyes
Melding
With your frame
Nature and beauty
Are torn
Delicate form
Vulnerable soul
A monster becomes you
One of old
Transformed
By a lifeless will
It cannot be seen
It cannot be touched
You are the fawn
It grows inside you
It will outlive you
You will not be reborn
At the top of the hill
You watch the world below
Writhing with life
You have two heads
You feel one pushing out
Trying to see
Seeds
Are planted
In your mouth
When they bloom
They burst from you
Face
Yourself
You’re new
Self
Victim
Of nature’s
Apathy of reason
You have two heads
One faces within
It lives in darkness
The world is internal
A phantom head
The corpse of a fawn
You try to ignore it
It will replace you
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Pale Man
13:16
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Pale man he comes
Across the ocean
He brings disease
White supremacy
Mindless with greed
He knows that he wants
What that is
He cannot say
He carries hell
Inside him
A void of a human
Pale man he comes
He’s headed this way
He’ll enter your house
And claim it’s his own
He wants you to know
You are beneath him
Four hundred years
He asks to be carried
Takes your food
Takes your land
Takes your soul
Blames you
Denies his faith
He’s greater than god
He profits from death
A merchant of hell
The pale man will come
He asks for spare change
Hide the world’s wealth away
To keep him warm on a summer day
The pale man will scream
In phantom pain
He kills to feel the power of his place
Shits in fear if you look him in the face
The pale man will run
If you come too near
His strength is aesthetic
That he stole to hang around his empty soul
Kill the pale man
His wicked forgery
Of history and culture
Must be destroyed
He cannot be left to grow
He must be cast out
Tie him up
Hang him low
Wash him out
Uproot his design
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