Purge

My voice is itching for raw meat

something bloody that I can scream

It has been too long since I sang that song

where everything burns to the ground

These seeds we planted didn’t grow at all

when season changes I will till the soil

A thousand times that I have tried

so one more try won’t crack my mind

Scratched up lungs and coughing fits

I wipe my hands of all the rest

This cancer has me by the balls

my knees are scabbed from where I crawl

Nails in the floor, fear in the sky

one thousand more stabs in my side

It’s flesh and bone, it’s black and white

sweet soul kiss source when the body dies

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