Crumbling world falls through my hands
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In my mouth taste bitter sands.
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Grass is burning, pulse is slow.
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Drip by drip my backwards growth... crawl.
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Fade to hate.
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And I'll die within my fade
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Wine, song, women, birth
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This deflowered mother earth
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Planting, plowing, how she grieves.
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The seeds that grow these dying trees
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Fade to hate
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Pillars Of Eternity
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