Split The Bones

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Decroum has been thrown to the wolves.
All that remains are the skins of fools.
Hand me down an empty tome.
Carve the eyes so far from home;
With a twisted metal rusted heart.
You have no glory to make you smart.
Just a rotten open festering hole.
Hand outstretched pleading for control.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Ruptures down a party line.
No more words lead to fine.
Gouged out victim on a call.
Erected around innocence a wall.
Proper solution there is no key.
What remains should simply not be.
Filter through every particle of fog.
This whole existence is bathed in slog.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

Stitch shut the eyes of heretic.
Withered down to just a split.
Marry doom to lights decay.
Perforate until it all goes away.
Iodine will be injected in.
New discourse ripples skin.
Replace hope with dismay.
Wish it all would just go away.

Cycle of hate.
To perpetuate is not fate.

Spit the bones out from your teeth.
Harboured pain that needs to cease.

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