When the hole that we are digging, With every vengeful thrust, Is dug, and deep, and broad enough, To sate our broken hearts, Consider the hole they'll dig for us, Wider and darker still. To swallow, and sink, in one bitter bite, The depths of our depravity. And the displaced earth, Will harden and fuse, To spoil our sacred lands. And we will stumble and choke, On the lumps that grow, Upon the fields and in our throats.
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