ages pass
mortality becomes a muzzle
a sludge surrounds dreams
we yearn to produce
with our faith caught in a noose
we are pawns
within our own daily grind
until we are gone
a life led by crime
but our toes are enveloped in grime
our trough full of husk and rind
belly down and bottom up
fucked with knowledge of history
forever to repeat water and wine from a golden cup
but we're entombed with desire
refined
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