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Evolving vermin in the dry grit

Locust sociology

Hunting dust

In the dead plains

Unfolding morphology

Cover footprints

Cover faces

In the dying wind

In the silent inner core

Let the starving

Come to me, bow to me, pay me my dues

I'm a cruel god, but lustful

And nothing can part us now. We are like one

Killing shadows

In the dry fields

Where the dead surface under the plow

Bones collecting bones

Under the cold sun

Etching their useless names

Into the crust of earth

Let the starving

Come to me, bow to me, give me my share

I'm a harsh god, but a just god

Give me your suffering. We are like one

Under / the radar / tiny / like insects

Harmless / but legion / in your moisture /in the salt beds

Let the starving

Fly, fly, fly, fly in the end

I'm a mute god, but joyful

Give me your harvest and give me your lands, vermin

Breed for me, breed for me, breed for me now, vermin

Breed, breed, breed for me now