A Wild, Shameless Plain-Every Time I Die

[00:00.00]Old black tusks ripped off of the beast at the bank of the swamp [00:10.24]And carved into statues of arthritic gods [00:15.68]Or the handles of blunt swords that you'll one day ruin upon, [00:22.61]With your eyes covered in moss. [00:27.83]Shot down in its sleep, [00:33.41]The big game of the world wide garbage heap. [00:39.19]You mounted its head on your wall. The prize? [00:43.50]Hollowed out eyes, mold in the cracks of its skull. [00:49.06]The fur is matted with blood [00:51.86]and its tongue wet with mother's milk. [00:53.86]. [00:54.80]The gates opened wide and bedlam came. [01:00.08]Wise men were forced into a layman's trade. [01:06.11]With nothing but time, chaos reigns. [01:12.25]A great quiet has followed you to here. [01:17.11]A blustering wind with nothing of worth in its heart or hands. [01:24.07]Your legacy is a dull catalogue of common things [01:33.79]You've never even seen the blood you've drawn [01:39.72]Or looked in the eyes of the kill you claim was yours [01:44.94]Before taking your picture with it. [01:47.06]. [01:47.44]