stew from oil by kendall :3

in the sickening rush
there's a cone of light coming in
bring every color with, bringing every color with
this is me giving up
this is my soul, relinquished
kicking snow into mist, kicking snow into mist

i see the dead rising from the seabed
shapes and colors forming from a distance
i can't explain it

it's a thickening glut
it's a full vat sunken in
i'm a moon bound offering, i'm moon-bound off the rim
stillborn stick in the mud
you're the tool they opt in
a cruel blade sharpened, a cruel blade sharpened

doesn't matter, anything i say
water come, wash it all away
dust come, mix us in the swell
thousand years, a part of someone else
thousand years, a part of someone new
chemical in biologic stew
carried on with all the things i've seen
carried on with all the things i know
holding on with everything i have
isn't much, but more than i can stand
holding on with everything i have
isn't much, but more than i can stand

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