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You're breaking down heard voices
With your fake choir tongue
Barking indignities
To strangers you'll never know
And at some point
You look down at your hands
And theyre bruised
And theyre scarred with all your time
Your skin is shrivelled
And hangs loose from your bones
Your eyes are sunken in
Theyre darkened with your wine
Pour it for the savages
Your bitterness makes them sweet
Fatten up the children
They'll burst when you bite in
Your teeth yellow and broken
Rip right through the flesh
Dwell on all the promises
What more is there to test?

© Adi Aartse