Cutting Moments

from South of Salem by Strife Machine

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Cruel are the eyes the gaze with night vision, with thermal-sight
Gazes extending endlessly to all corners
Warping around walls, seeing through windows, tint or no
No, the violations have gone for far too long
Yet inescapable they are
There is no escape, truly
but if there is, it would be found only in death
I butcher myself, in more ways than one
My forearms, my thighs, my belly
Taking the appearance of a torturers plaything
Eyes sink lazily in their sockets
And as they roll too far to each side the dizziness sets in
The ethos of mankind is separate from I
In this sole, cold spot in the world wherein they cannot remain
Species outdo themselves and encircle us
Condemn the human and revere the ape and simian
Leap from it, leap from the heights of their faux grandeur
There is nothing shared in their accomplishments
They will even sell you the rope to hang yourself

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from South of Salem, released June 6, 2022

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