: Always object Never subject Can you see us? Are we there? Are we there... Can you see me? We are watching We are watching... You are fading... In
: Our skin worn thin Our bones exposed Life reduced to ticks From forest caves and azure skies We crashed upon this earth The years they passed and
: Those eyes and (this) tower have seeped into our open veins Uncoiled was it's strength And our souls en masse Poured down in sheets of rain And dissolved
: Rise in the morning air Greeted by cinders of the dead Syndic calls your name Show your thinned face at the window Is this the next last day? Prepare
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: Magistrates dream of plague Tongues loll in anticipation You are awake in their darker visions Drool slips from grining mouths The plague is forced
: Through fiction we saw the birth Of futures yet to come Yet in fiction lay the bones Ugly in their nakedness Yet under this mortal sun We cannot hide
