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I wait to surface above these bellowed growls

to sweep the shallows of utopia.

I am the anchor and the rope around your feet,

in a river deep I hold you down.

I’ve come to stage your abdication,

I’m the creation of your sins.

Embrace me!

When the hounds are out feeding me a lie,

when the hounds are out my sickness is released.

When the cards are down for all the world to see

when the cards are down and the strings are cut

these mannequins will sleep.

In the center of your greed infected wounds

I am a thorn of endless sorrow.

Just one of thousands in your self selected crown,

a king to wallow in the mire and roll in defeat.

I will protect the incubation,

I am your bottomless decease.

Embrace me!

When the hounds are out feeding me a lie,

when the hounds are out my sickness is released.

When the cards are down for all the world to see

when the cards are down and the strings are cut

these mannequins will sleep.

Pater noster,

Invidia, Ira gula.

Superbia acedia.

Pater noster,

Luxuria, Avaritia.

Pater parce meis peccatis!

All I see is mine to take, to have

and to hold, to suffocate.

All I want is mine to keep, and I want

it all so Father forgive me.

When the hounds are out feeding me a lie,

when the hounds are out my sickness is released.

When the cards are down for all the world to see

when the cards are down and the strings are cut

these mannequins will sleep.