Trenches again
Define me and you
This land that I aim
This body I claim
Are my finitude
All for one
Is all for nothing
My reign's deserved
Oceans, forests
Bring them all to me
I'm cattle, I'm shepherd
The one to crush the throne of consternation
There's a lament of perdition
Coming to break all the others free
A God in its own right
Life-sized and greedy
I'm nurturing the pain
I'm breathing life in every source of contempt
Fear or deceit
Above the heights of reason
Beyond the instinctive shields
I'll bury myself in the quicksand
You, the cure of yesterday
The menace of repentance
Haunting the abyss
While turning away
Leaving nothing to amass
Nowhere to be found and
No way to return
In free falling
Sculptures of salt
A feeling's death
To witticism led
Now the mark on her forehead
Reads the epitaph
In the lair of exile
Stagnation retreats
Here is the after
Fathomlessly
As all dark reveals
And from purest of throes I struck gold
In the chase of liberty
The tyrant's soul is undressed
Shame exposed
This dazzling
Sun will no more
Grip me here
Its fetter shards though shall linger in me
To eventually make a tyrant out of you
Now the tyrant is you
This is the freedom I chose for my own
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