A sighting so inviting that no living man can seem
To gaze away. Though once pristine,
That brilliant shore is nothing more
Than a gorgeous fallacy.
Move faster.
Disaster is right on course,
And Nature shows no signs of remorse.
Take shelter in this casket.
Decorate the catacombs.
No grave can be a home
If you're digging on your own.
The virgin ground is pure and sound,
But silence can be violent when it forces noise to drown.
The margins have been crossed,
And all is lost in the flittering of dust,
So now we must find solid-ground.
Move faster.
Disaster is right on course,
And Nature shows no signs of remorse.
Take shelter in this casket.
Decorate the catacombs.
No grave can be a home
If you're digging on your own.
In exile, you'll wonder
How you wandered this far,
How you crawled in the dark.
Unabashed by all your faults,
Unaware of all your flaws
In the darkness you will crawl back home.
You'll crawl back home,
And dig that grave all on your own.
- afm
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