Songs once led the march of a thousand feet
Quiver my bones inch by inch
The fever is ecstatic
And the sickness so hollow
A king’s monuments to sighs and prayers
Redeem avarice deeds bestowed upon dreams
For the sh#t canyons and desert hills
Such victories of knackered malice
How eager have we been?
To bash the side of a skull
To rip the pelvis out
Along a reverie of ease
Lumps of dread and rigour
All remained as vicious sins
Onward a griefless path
Tender hearts and stout stances wane
Every dead victory marks
Another perish in friendly heats
There it is, the abysmal ire
Still in deliria and fear
Penitence in fealty
A captive grieving
For the unseen cuts and gashes
And much that shall be missed
Cast the fury astray
Cloven voices beat the wind
Dull stares and lucid blinks
Embers showered in unfeathered lights
Forfeits of a fidget senile
Your nights will be the gutter
The deadlocks of tremor
Onward a griefless path
Morning pleas nest the wake
Every dead victory marks the necrosis
The anguish and the fray
Damn the evermore kisses
Damn the charming glory
And damn the mourning silence
And all which echo the days
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