Materialized

Hardened, my sights falls. I stand withholden
Beyond the realm, I grasp a sun

As if nothing to follow
As if blindness would be me
I divide into one
I am the flesh

Symptoms within
This craft burns
We mock the dead
My rise burs

We offer this condemn
We speak of the cell
In so long, a new scream
Existence
This time, the order we all strafe
The front of the line
The sojourn of this state
A cortex of years we hide

Broken, my arms grab their own decay
The snake blossom. Its firm stand

Celestial spine of dawns
Infinite spire of dust

My broken mold, I cannot sway
The oaths we sow, our DNA
The folding glow, of where we lay



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Writer(s): Mass Culture
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