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Resist the fall
For us to do, joining the doom
We're not sheep to the lead
We must rise up and stand back with us
Running, teething, spawning
Rise to what our hands are wearing
For blackened lungs, a diamond encased metal tongue
Spittering, disheveled, majestic thing
To the sea
Yes, it is me
Me
How dumb to see this
Unread and collared, you listen
As the trees stir
We'll rise up and stand back with us
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