They dragged the lake but all they found
Were decades-old bodies
This has gone on for far too long
Entombed in my own flesh
For what may as well be an eternity
We all dance to the same silence
We are all brought into this world
Only to be ripped back out
As quickly as we arrived
Make my exit as slow as you want
I want to feel the burn
Force it down my fucking throat
Rectification is imminent
A shrine - a constant, festering reminder
Constructed in futility’s image
Left to rot like diseased cattle
Gagging on the scythe
Let the earth collect this offertory
Quietly into the abyss
This shall be my saving grace