Spire by Deadwood Tree

I gazed at
The endless mourn

A hoarse voice
Demanding the impossible

I organized the
Procession of violence

We gathered at the spire
That pierced the blackened vault

Ritual pillars
Standing right in front of us
Contemplating
The decay of the empire

The conceivers
Never thought it’d go so far
A starving person
Left to rot
Wave trough
Vile scoff
Wave goodbye


Wave crest
Laid to rest
Wave goodbye and forget
Everything you’ve heard of

Sour
Pleasures
Got dissolved
In a vat

Of molten dispairs
Gone

Somewhere up in there
Distant cry

Tame lower instincts
Adore the great thorn

Climb the spire
Hear the choir
Mourn / Grieve

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