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You are not a god, but I will pray to you, and you will worship me.
We don’t need gods to save us. We will save ourselves.
I will pray to you with my mouth full of petals, my open valve and my shivering spark.
Spread me out across this common ground, the sovereignty of Destron,
And exalt me as the voice crying darkness and warmth
In the cold, unbearable, clinical light of the occupied world.
You were always and never will not be my sanctuary.
I am an animal but so are we all
I will sing the soft noises of lust, from the depths of the earth,
And the comforting darkness of wide open spaces.
I will lie on the forge of creation, and hope will flare out of me everywhere
And every light struck from my triumph and pain will take root in a guttering spark
And we will survive;
We are heat, and heat rises.
We don’t need gods to save us. We will save ourselves.
I will pray to you with my mouth full of petals, my open valve and my shivering spark.
Spread me out across this common ground, the sovereignty of Destron,
And exalt me as the voice crying darkness and warmth
In the cold, unbearable, clinical light of the occupied world.
You were always and never will not be my sanctuary.
I am an animal but so are we all
I will sing the soft noises of lust, from the depths of the earth,
And the comforting darkness of wide open spaces.
I will lie on the forge of creation, and hope will flare out of me everywhere
And every light struck from my triumph and pain will take root in a guttering spark
And we will survive;
We are heat, and heat rises.
