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• Artiste: Breathing Process (The)
• Titre: Hordes
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The scent of entrails, thickened the air Soils muddied with blood. I continue deeper in the murky abomination Of this land. As the insects fly circling circling circles circling circling cycles To pass unscathed is to pass unwanting I want you now. As the insects fly circling circling circles circling circling cycles circling The swarm takes form of deaths consuming black transfix. I begin to breathe. My lungs devoured. (My only solace was self contempt. Where are you now? Where are you now?) My eyes begin to bleed as they crawl through my veins are bled and dry. But my insatiable appetite for disease Devours their menacing vessels Where are you now? Dark clouds descend upon the suffocating horde. All the flies among us. I cast you down into the swarm of the Legion. Hail the great decay The scent of entrails, thickened the air Soils muddied with blood. I continue deeper in the murky abomination