Discordant State In The Cogs Of The Guilt Machine
My tattered and torn shell
Catapulted me here
Forever suffering
Forever churning
Utopia is sedimentary
A suspended expose
We churn the sun
Waves crashing around us
We hang high above
The throne of blue
Our castigation pure
Sand and shore painted in front
Of our visceral demands
Endless crushing churns
They gaze, amazed
As my body flakes
Fractured and deformed
I am no longer me
I am one with this suffering
I am depravity
Eternally churning
As I am ripped apart
By the infinite guilt machine
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