HARK for the land of
Malignant Spirits, for They rise from the
lakes and trees, They grab our feet,
and taste our tounges.
and taste our tounges.
They cut our ears,
They eat our insides
They eat our insides
They hold our hands and tell us stories
from long fallen stones.
from long fallen stones.
They make us taste Their hands, and
wash Their feet.
They sew our lips,
bag our heads
wash Their feet.
They sew our lips,
bag our heads
paint our chests with Their
faces.
They sing
"HARK haileth the land
of
The un-holy"
faces.
They sing
"HARK haileth the land
of
The un-holy"
as They drag us out into lakes,
as They unbind our feet,
But, tie our hands
weigh us down
and leave.
as They unbind our feet,
But, tie our hands
weigh us down
and leave.
All we can do is kick,
and if we grab the land,
They make us taste
and if we grab the land,
They make us taste
the
D I R T
They fill our veins with more
and more
They
Cut
our
and more
They
Cut
our
Arms
and
and
They
shave
our
heads
shave
our
heads
They
Burn
crosses into our
BACKS
And fill our veins
with more and
more
till
WE
become
Them
Till we are the
ONES
ONES
“HARK haileth the land of Malignancy.
Fill our veins, leave us in the river, drag us from the lake
Let us lay in the grass,
till the blades of green,
no longer feel like
NEEDLES”
