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supuration - the father's gun (april) كلمات أغنية

pain confides me to bed
to look beyond the angles
of this cube not a factor
it’s part-tion a cage in my head
i feel i’m afloat in my cell
held by a force that subsumes
i’m stretched till i break
is it cuboid or spherical, this h-ll?
and as if to confound me still more
as to what shape and dimension it is
the part-tion darkens
till there was no real horizon at all
i don’t know who i am anymore
what will now happen to me?
i cannot now retrace my steps
backtrack to my blank safety
i found my father’s gun…
a kick in my belly moves focus
a message from foetus in morse
but what can i do?
the cube has all i have now but dust
my spirit as dark as this cage
my eyes closed to confirm shape now sphere
i collapse to the floor of this stage
another vision: a rose ? a cradle ? a coffin ?

- supuration

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