Machinery That Renders Debt Infinite

The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements

The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment

The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders

The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements

The overwhelming
Indifference of nature
The procession
Of each successive moment

The

The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion

Machinery that renders debt infinite

The force
Which shapes blades
On a hill of sickness
The grafted skin
And clinging cerements
The overwhelming
Indifference of nature

The procession
Of each successive
Moment

The appeal for pity
Resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound
That mouths oblivion

Machinery that renders debt infinite

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