VI from COMPRESSION by VoidDweller

The moneys always tight what the fuck’d you think
The time is tighter still don’t you dare to blink
The hunger never leaves demand will never shrink
The cup beckons me to pour another drink
The lies i tell myself i don’t really believe
The feet i drag will surely soon begin to bleed
The shoving keeps on as i try to write this screed
The sand the words were i can no longer read


Oppressive winds


Whip my cloak around my body chills to fucking bone
This i know, this second circle shit is fucking getting old
Press the soul, the oil drips, the bodies turn to vegetables
Unhinge the jaw as i proceed to swallow heaven fucking whole


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