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Anti-Creation Song

My feet roam the earth you formed, but your presence is absent.

The ground sloshes beneath my feet, but it is drenched in blood.

There are trees, but there is nowhere for the swallow to lie.

My lungs are breathing, but they are cut with every breath.

Will you leave me in this hell forever?



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