Famine Vows from Sleeper Vessels by Fawn Limbs

Life is like climbing a stepless ladder to be reborn
To be absolved from the clutches of your own flaws escaping stature
Sprawling between the ears, a malady
All pursue's to no avail
Grown from mud, kept in a cage
The hunger loses significance
Irrelevant famine vows
Speaking for justice rebounds into a harangue spat from a voiceless vent
All is black now
Languish within a decrepit crate
Starving by will to attain an end
Grown from mud, kept in a cage
The hunger loses significance
To be reborn, to be absolved
To be restored, to be absorbed
Calm down the brutes breathing debris
All pursue's to no avail
All is black now
Arranged to rigid, suggestive postures
Like the icons the conquerors bow to
Please themselves to the sight resembling a routine expedition to the human psyche
Looking for a deeper meaning amongst all the sinews and tendons
Calm down the brutes breathing debris
All is black now

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