Jon Rigby - Silent Seminary

His blood saves the poorly gasp
The discourse of agency substantiates
The fallacy of history as such
He sleeps underneath the sky

He is my human corpse
Plagued with lice from antiquity
Four lettered god, resolve my ills
Bring me a devil to sit by the angels

The formation of the anesthesia
Of forgetting remembered hope
Sterilization of pop culture
O brethren of misguided mope

He is my human corpse
Plagued with lice from antiquity
Four lettered god, resolve my ills
Bring me a devil to sit by the angels

Live riddled with fire
Graves unkempt city
Litter me with fire
Born of sin in a city
Kept in hell's fire
Tortured me with pity
Consumed in your fire
My ashes are your city

Written by:
Ryan Fairbrother

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