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Roots - text

So relentless in spite of the turns
and the breath and the vomit
Carve out the pit of my stomach
This is the world that we have painted and shunned
As worms breed they succeed
to do the things that I couldn't
Reach all the maggots that nested inside her
Touch all the nerves so that you can feel something
I am sick, sick of severed roots
and disconnect from this planet
She is sick, sick in the head with a disease unwritten
For the things you have done,
you will never be forgiven
Because I know that for your actions you feel nothing
She was just another cold broken body,
another note
May the same mercy be given
when the blood runs down your throat

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