ReapersThe bruises on our skin are blots of ink spilled on the floor spraying hell, and death across that tiny, tiny world and the trees once felled to create our modern earth they get back they give birthReapers
The wounds on our arms are ravines dug deep towards the core sliding magma through our veins to coat our hearts in iron ore the world ablaze, we wait behind our chamber door it roars it's torn
and the quakes we survive from the pits dug in our lungs sprung up black fountains from the gangrene, we've infested everyone More gole
...It's This That Keeps MeYour speech cracked and crumbled as it would if my tongue carved these words across your soul These hands were the bracers, bringing in thoughts that you held when you were stable flowed in like a dam break tsunamis over hilltops crushing ex-lovers in their wake...It's This That Keeps Me
When we were caressed by the vermont wind as bells in spring, our love echoed in the air it wasn't my intention to reach for the static lives others lived when they only knew the dirt beneath their feet the flowers wilting slowly in shadows of neighbourhood factories
I held you like a par
A VisionI'm apart Apart A part of the Apartheid Covered by the dark splinters above I've got reasons I think sometimes I'll fall through the ground I think that's where the sky is I've my reasons There used to be mountains here Now just a pile of rubble one can shovel away watch them go away Smoke, cinder, flames Flames! I look up The splinters lie still They never go away Embers Embers rise From the Earth to my feet To my heart, to my mind I look towards the darkness above I reach, I tug, I pull at air I pull at sA Vision
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[ Wer sich zum Schaf macht, den fressen die Wolfe. ]
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