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We came, drawing up tar from our heels
Tying rope around heathen necks
Blow bitter winds
Hearts of iron
Moldy eyes
Hearts of iron
Eyes of agony
When they did not bow, we made them
Spoiled meat/ yellowed teeth
Eyes bulging from their sockets
Oh, what have we wrought?
The fruit is rotting on the vine
Spoiled meat, yellow teeth
Eyes bulging from their sockets
THIS IS OUR PLACE
WE WILL DIE UPON IT
LIKE FLIES
FEASTING ON FECAL MOUNDS
WE CHOKE ON IT
CHOKE ON IT
CHOKE
CHOKE
CHOKE