You've captured the names of all raptures lost
Revel in all you haven't created but helped destroy
You credit yourself with the contingencies
as you crush them
under the striated space of the Empire
Your counterfeited mausoleums
Moving in a geography of deceit
A legacy falsely claimed
An impure altar to a hostile existence
You roam this wretched earth like a relentless plague
The wickedness you see is all of your making
Legitimate your heinous reign,
justify the enslavement with narratives of surrender
It carves out the heired sentence on afflicted skin
Tainted words to signify what was beyond language
You are a fraud and you live and thrive
on a sacred burial ground
Can't you hear the furies closing in?
The furies are hounding
You may run, you may hide but the furies are hounding
The furies are hounding
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