Hammer and tongs
Raised from the grave
Dead as a moon crater
Dropped like a hinge
Chopping the world to bits
Never plagued by the gnashing
Beyond the limits of hope
In the black hole of nothingness
Make those empty devils
Coming out the wrong way
Convinced that something was hidden within
No respect for the maimed
An object to be cursed and kicked
With rolled up sleeves and deliverance
Washed clean and immaculate
Cursed of many evil ways
Purged through the eyes
Those evil eyes
They see more than the lips can tell
Alive and empty
Alive in the flesh
More and more alive
The voice of a flood
All dead into chaos
The mouth of the world
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