feed on dust
pray on rust
dying on the vine we suck the teat of plenty and never feel satisfied
feed on dust
pray on rust
dying on the vine we drink the nectar of knowledge and never learn
feed on dust
pray on rust
living in the sewer of vanity we crave the infinite and never taste the moment
feed on dust
pray on rust
living in the shallow end of freedom afraid to free ourselves from the ignorance our own simple pool
fed on dust
prayed to rust
spinning eternally on an isolated rock unaware of the warning signs posted for all intelligent life to see
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