The Embittered Living

Sour skies, do not excuse this!
Weep upon us and wound us!
We have gathered up our sadness
Cut into it with knives!

We whittle away at weapons
Willing our own end
What has lead us here is consent
Bloody stumps where once were heads

Scolding sage!
Absolve us of our defiance
We thought ourselves resolute
In our hunt for dominion

Providence!
We gained a taste for your blood
We wept when we had none
And cravеd of your embrace

So sick of our incompetеnce
Rank and file we have ebbed
Battered by our;

Inherent rot
The blackest damp
It rises up
With appetite