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Pain pushes us forward

Playing with rotten spunk of faceless bodies as power punishes

Fly into these gutters so full of our father's remains

I've found a reason to burn this house teeming with my family's sin

As worms seep through this land take him and breed him to the spores

Wielding blasphemy at my fingertips

I masturbate at the pinnacle of another earthly fissure