Amurderercan Tradition

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Wednesday August 18, 2021 · 9:33 AM PDT

2021/08/18 · 09:33

I try to tell the truth when tasked by you.

But then a stone from Babel chokes my throat.

No word will come, no sound escape, a muse

Within silently screams—no song of hope:

You want the ground to cry, the field in tears,

The blood of wars your ancestors waged

To salt the earth with fury, which builds the stairs

That tempt the crowds to race towards their fate.

The truth isn’t enough between you and me—

The stories you rehearse empty the graves

Which grind their jaws to swallow the living.

Descend then the darkness you lust to see:

The doom and the pain of those you enslaved

Where everyone knows no one’s forgiven.

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