Flatlining Fit for an Autopsy

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Flatlining

I learn to live with the loss
Take a pound of flesh as an offering

I learn to live with the loss
I see god in violence
I see truth in suffering

Build your walls
Build your coffins
Rotten pine
Weathered and worn
Rotten hearts and sink in the storm
At the edge of the Earth
There is nothing but the FALL.

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We inherit the ghosts
Through the cracks in our bones
I am the vessel for the dying
Will they bring me home

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Flatlining