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Infinite Linearity
07:53
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Deep and wide
expanses
Oceans of sorrow
Fallen angels
Break their backs
upon the stones
Mountains made
From piles
of human bones
Emerging from scars
Pointing
up to the stars
This new species
makes their debut
Surviving on remains of hell
Their hunger quelled
They step on
new shores
Is it the same
as before
can they be
more
What’s left
of us
Spectres of the succubus
All of us whores
Trade in
gold
Bodies engorged
Reaping what we’ve sown
Kill and eat
Eat our own
Blinded by the glare
trauma begins anew
Like humans do
Infinite chances
Bloody boils
to be lanced
A crib made from a crypt
Time tried its best
But still it slipped
Mesmerized
Eternal knowledge
Internal violence
Story told again
Arisen
Spreading
Abhorrent
Conceited
Pick
Up the stone
Place it through
your neighbor’s crown
Why would god
keep this kingdom
We force
nature to
Serfdom
No need Overwhelms
Our only legacy is to force
our young to bleed
They turn their rage on us
Animus left delirious
Species ripped from their homes
Leaves gaps in the genome
Filled with toxic sludge
Generations
of dealing
grudge
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Fetid Rivers
06:56
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Melting;
slowly washing away
Prepare; the body
for ancient Decay
Here first
A world to reclaim
Nations of microbes
Fly under all flags
Crawling; They’re numb to the sun
Stabbing us so the wounds won’t heal
Burning; New rotten homes, while we
Scale upward; Call it industrial growth
Heavy machines;
undeniable needs
Take it all with no heed,
no consideration
For the signals, we’ve been sent
All the warnings,
all the time
We won’t wake up yet
Gardens; Returned to fight
Oozing broken time
Only mourning left
Skin hanging in jest
Gasses; Now keep us dead
Virus; Large scale existential threat
Extinction
we refused to answer the call
Likes rivers flooding,
restart small
Heavy machines;
undeniable needs
Take it all with no heed,
no consideration
For the signals, we’ve been sent
All the warnings,
all the time
We won’t wake up yet
Trapped;
In quiet ice
Our doomsday,
microbes
the reapers
Gasses;
Now keep us dead
Virus;
Large scale existential threat
We freed them;
A living weapon
Hope the very few
enjoyed the gains
Of their suicidal aims
The thing we could not kill
Usurpers of heart and will
Looking down; the barrel of a gun
the ax’s fall; has already begun
Feasting,
Their reward
100 thousand years
In bitter cold
Disease
rife with stone age mold
Disease
so strong and so old
Human corpses
cellular gold
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