Oras Scrapers
Blood flowing down my scalp,
heat that has released after a long sabbatical,
sabbatical
Hear the wringing sound of the rags you drop in town,
Soaked in all the rain, sweeped down the city drains
(Ooooh)
Merlot is the famed bringer of
Sanguine Shame,
returning the gaze
of forlorn trains of thought of a once inhabited fortresses
of a robust mind
(Oh Oh)
Robust minds
lingering
like the graves
lining the scrap sold for the gain of a spade toiling in
vain
Gouge those sockets out that let me witness this drought
I have seen enough
Unflinchingly still
at the marauder's bust in pain
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