Jute Gyte
machinery that renders debt infinite
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The force which shapes blades on a hill of sickness
The grafted skin and clinging cerements
The overwhelming indifference of nature
The procession of each successive moment
The appeal for pity resonating in the void
The black-lipped wound that mouths oblivion
Machinery that renders debt infinite
- Album:
- Ship of Theseus
- Vast Chains