Damnation is the stitches in my hide
I look not to promises of what is to come
For the birds will eat my trail of bread
And die on the poison of it's failure
The swath I cut is one of longing
I wish to stand on the highest hill
And see what is mine
I long for my bones to lay shattered
Across the sands of distant shores
My flesh to be the banner of a War yet waged
My soul to be the pushing force
That sets lips to lips
And guides the lost
Back home
To their bedroom window's pane
I want to live
God Damn You.
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