So old it soured

O silent dove, belittled, beloved,

Sing song of Fargo and the great depression,

Twist my arm, obtain your prize,

Seek my soul, feast on your lies,

Barbed wire wrapped around crucial wrists

Fickle features and thieves take my heart and lay it out.

Splay the river wide, seek my soul and the things I hide,

Bewildered by the beauty of Behemoth

Lead me through forest songs that

Dance like river rains

And violent portrayals

Of mankind’s

Utter sadness

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