Bells Dark Above Our Heads - Old Man Gloom

Drones carry my body

to the top of the mountain of gods

carrion circle the corpse

of pale faces ears sewn shut

and poke like fingers towards the waiting sun

and I see the hole in your skull

where your soul leaked out dead

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