The primeval genesis
Etched into forgotten flesh
In darkness, oblivious
We exist to no avail
To no avail
To never unearth
The insipid
With their deadpan stare
Long for worth
In dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness
Lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh
We scarred with god
And scour our bones
For deceit
Beneath the black
Shroud of abandon
Lay fields of us
Our bodies still
Our minds hollow and sightless
Here we lay
Nothing without deceit
Nothing without deceit
The immortal
Reflected in dead oceans
Drowned by frailty
Tied at their feet
Even still in death
This falls on deaf ears
I am the eyes of our inception
Sewn shut
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