As blood flows down my fingers, I smear on warpaint. The cage within cages smashed, a place where my heart once beat. Wasted temples of flesh designed for killing, wasted future inside barren wombs bred for death. This is all we know, this is all we have, this is all we've ever been. Your American dream has died, white picket crucifix dangles in burning shroud. If gods of fire burn their machines, if gods of wind blow away what stands, if gods of water flood this world again, our toxic creations will still remain.
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