The dialect of failure.
Bursting bodies blur
With intellectual swords
A history of awful visions
Carved into this victims throne
Lay my soul
Into the centre
Of obedience
I will rebuild the future
If violence ...blares
When nothing offers
A choice can be made
Lonely power curls hatred into a glaze
Guiding seance through ordeal
Only hearts can mute our fucking
And twist the distorted shapes of god
Whip of language
Gage this spectrum of actors
Who pretend to be animals
To prove this rotten code
When nothing offers...
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