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The Beggar
The Swans
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I'm sick of chewing at your heels, I'm sick of licking up your spit
What if I keep the power I give you? Will I then decide to live?
The mud is sucking like a womb, to pull my naked body in
Without your eyes upon my weakness, will I forget where I begin?
I am the stranger in your mirror, I am a glove without a hand
I am a body gently spinning, now deliquescing in the wind
I am an empty vessel ringing in a stone house in the woods
I am the poem that was written on the backside of your lids
I am the shithead unforgiven, now crawling up your inner leg
I am an insะตct in your bedclothes searching for a placะต to beg
Now every word's a new beginning when there's nothing left to give
What if I steal the child inside you? Will I remember how to live?
When will I finally learn to live?
When do I finally get to live?
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I stand before you polished, golden, I keep a globe of light within
My eyes eroded by derision, they know the purpose of the wind
In every soul, there is a craven supplicating begging shit
But my objection leads to freedom, my seed is growing and will live
How many people were forgotten along this road of broken limbs?
Upon this hill, I'll build my tower to survey their plowing in
I hear the whispering of angels, I see the dust is made of jewels
I swallow liquid from a river fed by the sewage of the cruel
My love is purified, but reeking of your calumny endured
My feet are bruised and torn and leaking, but lead me towards a silver shore
Before I go there, sing a prayer into my palms beneath your chin
I am the slaughter at your altar, that's where my will to live begins
That's where my need for you begins
My love for you will never end
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