This Syrup To Exchange

It's a early rise

His teeth are furred

And cleanse with hands to hunt and hold

The sun divides

Imagined leaves

A shelter while i sleep



There are many years

To cloud my mind

But no burden

It's heavy like a tipping load



Early day

On a bloodied patch

Only noise and brick surround

Tradition sinks

In the soil here

As a rock is swallowed in the mud



The polluted skin

Of my brittle earth

It keeps the bleeding at bay



This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me

My spirit has rearranged

Crippled, dampened, lame



As it goes

The syrup fills my eyes

The days faces fade to black

And i don't feel

And i can't fight

For my home anymore

Anymore



And i return to an open land

Where bloods blanket shielded me



This syrup sweet and thick to exchange me

My spirit has rearranged

Crippled, dampened, lame


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