Migration

Circle Of Dead Children

Composed by: Circle of Dead Children
Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration 
Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy 
bones of its dead host 
Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation 
Soil fused to feathers 
Soil fused to the body 
Less than a statistic... so are we
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