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Bodies on the floor laughing
At my scarred face as i cut them down
One by one they fell in this scorched earth
filled with worms and bones of my ancestors

in my head i can hear them all
in my head there is no room for memories
there is no room for sadness
they hunger inside my brain

eating me slowly devouring my soul
with screams of pleasure and screams of agony
making my hands moving on their own
with no sorrow of souls for they final march

i am just a tool of pleasure for them
i am just a hand that creates mercy and violance
they fall but im falling beyond all spheres
where silence will never be silent

i live but i dont
i breathe but i jest
for this life where everything is silent
before someone’s blood speaks

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