The Year Of Our Lord

Seasons Of Suffocation

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Slipping, tearing, these scars were never meant to heal.
Plunging back and forth,
I'd rather watched this all burn down.
Forged in flesh, read like a book on how to hate, and hate,.
We kill from the inside out in seasons of suffocation.
Calvary of consequence aligned by a sacred vow.
Live today and die for denial,
we kill from the inside out.
Our monospaced lives and algorithmic suffering leave us crawling onward
to a place where names and lives are lost.
These bodies left to hang in the stench of millions more.
forward we march into suffocation.
In seasons of suffocation,
we kill from the inside out.