The Sloth from Holocene by Horehound

What have you done here
You’ve lost your obligation
Your empathy has run dry
Have you any pride?
that which does not
Simply entertain you
The damage unfolds now
You force me to thrive

Twelve numbers cannot
Represent all of time
Our lives are a thousand lives

I am what you fear now
You are just a martyr
Lost in the hope of
All of what you deny
Come a little closer
I am sitting in the corner
Waiting for the children
Waiting to eat their souls

Twelve numbers cannot
Represent all of time
Our lives are a thousand lives

Within moments of your breath
As the(tear of a) wink of an old man dries
You have poisoned over
Thirty years of air
Let go of your toxins
You are now hollow
And from my corner
I take back all the air

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