Substance


This fault

This substance that you released onto us

You're the artist that drew this

The animal in the cage

You're a man

You're afraid

Sitting on the bleachers during World War 1

Watching your mistakes fall into two

Making your mistakes worse than it was

Fear will cloud your memory

A wall will hit you in the end

You thrive off evil

People who survived will ascend

To the top of this mountain

Let us see the light

Amen

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