Guest vocals courtesy of Eric Glass from Verbera
We’re too savage
to bury our children.
And reckless enough
not to avoid it.
Nail the cross to a suture of unheard symphonies.
Plague the foundation.
Rot the wood.
Drown the firmament.
Wrap the crown
Bound the sea of hands that call to worship.
Slinging shots out the ass end of an open book.
I’ve caught the words of a smoking gun.
Stuck in high noon speaking tongues to the grave.
Literate and overdressed in exit wounds and the privilege of choice.
We’re too scared to die to burn this book.
Bronchial reverence of the black lung.
The laws of physics are a death wish for all intelligent life.
Burn the pages and be recycled
For my successor is doomed.
Lay the petals out on the aisle.
Feed the fiction.
Face the portrait.
Is there not one among us deserving of worship?
Are we not worthy of glory?
Sacrifice is only of men.
We built words like foundation.
Every moment lived is without regret.
The next smite with exigence.
I am free because I decay.
Rot on with diligence.
All I’m looking for is among the faces I see in front of me.
We are not what we fear, yearn for or dwell on.
To be is eternity.
You are only and forever at this moment.
Nothing more can survive.
This is your celebration.
Be here now.
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