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ashenspire - restless giants lyrics

so it’s come to this; all virtues a-rusting,
grotesque form reforming,
rain-stained walls adoring, as they swarm along their pipelines.

the air’s all diesel and dal bhat, murmurs and muttering.
this places needs sheep like a hospital needs the sick;
perpetual purging, but it keeps things ticking over,
scrambling over so much priveleged rubble,
the caustic hangover of our shame-ridden yesterdays.
the key’s in your clock, burnished firebox, and wound;
strike while the iron is shod, hour after hour they plod.
oscillations profuse – into the clamour they sound,
all tarred and feathered and set alight; restless giants,
sodden steps in the dusk,
and the klaxon resounds in their charred, scattered husks.
i built my scaffold about the crux of
matter, imbruing red in old sand paper.
just scr-pe off the sin and eat what’s left, darling!” feed the flesh.
feed the flame.
drive the swine of gergasa into the bitter waves under
the frenzied mule to scavenge; infirm, decrepit beggars.
the rivers are swallowing their own tongues
again, gagged with the overripe and spoiling.
their years, drawn up from the potential well,
with a gurgling like melting wax cylinder; such triviality!
such inconsequence!
what are the polybotean to god?
organic chains without pretence.
carbon murderous, soot-feathered and ripe.
a dwelling for the void of vision,
vapid and finger-pointing, more propagation than gestation.
a sad finale, played off-key; cruel vaudeville, for sure.

- ashenspire

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