Standing Southward in a Westerly Wind - Cherished and Crass

Abstention, a graceless act
The voiced disdain of a voiceless tact
I've slit my throat, to spite my neck
But the gurgles of laughter I held, are now held back

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun

I've spit my breath, in fountains of phlegm
I've mounted my cross, the mouthless HaShem
I've spit my last breath, in fountains of phlegm
I've mounted my cross as the son of lesser men

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun

Silence, give me silence
My voice is a barren tomb

Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, stale blood
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My tongue, parched and cankered, caresses my gums
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
Scattered like ash, and cum
Cherished and crass and nourished with dust
My eyes, chalked and sightless, stare at the sun

Written by:
Sean Harold

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