Fruition of Imperial Lust

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Decadent silence every morning when we arise. Their marrow is dissolved in lead and phosphorus. Ring of flowers on a caged dog’s head. Walking along dunes, rebar, fields. Shrouded womb of security. Bloodied hand of a worker. Allegiance to a silent harbinger. Stringing skins along a constellation of wells. Our heads grow quieter everyday as the clandestine wars rage on.

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from Famine For A Slow Death, released August 14, 2015

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