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Medius of Adam

Silence eats away your flesh,
And the snake of rancor eats your heart
Hatred is in human nature, is it not?
So, my darling Father, do you hate god?
A ghost, a ghost,
You are only a ghost,
All cartilage and disease
You killed us, you dammed us all
And yet you walk before us, head held proudly,
And arrogantly,
You, God-molded man,
Are the fore bearer of my guilt,
And my pain,
Molded into that sterile flesh,
Like a door, like a wall,
Dirty and splattered with the blood of lambs
I give into you, father,
And rest,