Severed tongues and a changing of leaves
How could you expect any less?
Colors shift, let your speaking cease
There is no time today for regret
Ending the old
Preparing the new
We are natures heroic few
Unattach from the past
We've found salvation at last
No divine hand needed
Your serpent speech shall no longer harm me
Such trite rhyme
Fuck this shit, I'll start my new life
Where to go from here?
Droning questions.
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