And You Will Never Know Why
Her skin is black with oil
But her pores are open
Standing on the beach
Of a poisoned ocean
She thrusts her hands in deep
Into boiling solvent
The last remaining bastion
Of this house of old
This, her prayer rolls
Across the dunes of sulfur
The churning, bloody sky
Will never open
Trees of ashen white
Dead roots of old
The boundless hunger turns
Into a perverse joke
You will never know why
I'm on your side
But her pores are open
Standing on the beach
Of a poisoned ocean
She thrusts her hands in deep
Into boiling solvent
The last remaining bastion
Of this house of old
This, her prayer rolls
Across the dunes of sulfur
The churning, bloody sky
Will never open
Trees of ashen white
Dead roots of old
The boundless hunger turns
Into a perverse joke
You will never know why
I'm on your side
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Writer(s): Ethan Hope
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