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The drawing of blood

Of ancient desire

Seeping its course

Through writhing

Contorted Veins

Bleeding the knowledge

That the time has wrought

Decayed and distorted

Corrupted by malign and hate

Spring forth

From the mind that's stillborn

Resurrected

From the ashes laid to waste

Carried through

From a vessel that has died

Spilling it over

As the stream where life dissolves

Tear this lofty dreams

Awake in thunderous burgeoning

Tear those eyes that shut

Through ravaged sight behold

Tear it from the dead

Where life has been refused

Tear it from the thoughts

The deeds they can't rebuke

Tear it from the box

Descending back

From the soul that was reborn

Executed

From the vines that grown

with haste

Left abandoned

From a carcass brought to life

Sealed into oblivion

As the lake where death coagulates

Tear this lofty dreams

Awake in thunderous burgeoning

Tear those eyes that shut

Through ravaged sight behold

Tear it from the dead

Where life has been refused

Tear it from the thoughts

The deeds they can't rebuke

Tear it from the shell

Tear it from her shell

Ravenous, insatiable

Take it from her lungs

Scorching winds of plague

Rip it from her veins

Drink the poisonous abhorrence

Scrape it from her bones

The written abomination that is us

Tear it from her shell

Tear this lofty dreams

Awake in thunderous burgeoning

Tear those eyes that shut

Through ravaged sight behold

Tear it from the dead

Where life has been refused

Tear it from the thoughts

The deeds they can't rebuke