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Oh Glory in the Void

You swing so sweet

From your afternoon Rope in the sunset

In your Silence

Over Playgrounds lost long ago

In your Suburbs

Where the school-shootings wiped us all out

In your Corridors

Scorn

Your God lives in the deep at the end of a slope

Waiting for you to loose your foothold and slide

And He has so many ways to hunger

So many eager organs to Use

So many glands secreting fluids

To dissolve your whiteness and purity

To Metabolize your Futures and Fates

Just because He can and you bet He will...

Scorn, go hate your own breed

All you children know where spiders come from

And all must Honour the thin pale Limbs probing the cave floors

Bleak days come, Endless

Bleak days come, Endless

No, you never had a clue

What the real Outside meant

On the outside of the Hull

In the cancerogenous rays

You were the First of us to fail

And you fought to no avail

No, you never stood a chance

No, you never had a clue

Scorn, go hate your own breed