Look at the horizon
and the pedestrian walking on the waves
Waters where you drown
The one you rejected and refused
Which you didn't want as a keystone
You beg him to be your lifeline
The one you keep stalling
Is the cornerstone
Who flees running across the sea
He is handsome
He is king
He is me
I, who am running away from all your problems
Those very ones that you make mine
When you fight for my attention
To force me to listen to your prayers
Those that you address to a god
A god you didn't want
That you have locked up, chained up and beaten
With blows to the head from a baton
Which will be returned to you a thousand times over.
When the harvest comes
I'll be back with a combine harvester
Throw away all this tares
That I will burn to keep myself warm
Because in all truth
I'm telling you
I can't find a single good grain in the Cities
And it's all fire and flames
That I will sink us all.
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