Voracity
Carnal in incarnation
Can you lack any visible signs of entry?
–
Keep the noise locked away?
When I saw you last night, you were
Not the same
Your eyes were like long streams
Washing through cracks and crags
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At the ebb and flow
Beck and call
Cradle the motive
And we all rise
And we all fall
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The prime purpose of feeding is
To channel nonexistence
Into cell
Regeneration
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