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letra de slowly we crawl towards crumbs - funeralium

oh sweet adorable worm
begotten in mud
born in mud

barking at the void
slithering in circles
awry
so awry
warding off bad luck
always bouncing back bravely
never stop looking at the unreachable
envying the unattainable
the pure
the true
oh thou the corrupted
wriggle with all your strength
stubborn and acrimonious
wriggle to no avail for you’re going nowhere
digging in the mud
ferociously looking for ways to escape
in vain of course in vain
conjure up bad luck
get a hold of yourself
never stop staring at the unreachable
beholding the unattainable
the pure
the true
oh thou the limbless wretched
the mighty ones are so above
in olden times
they moulded a world without entry
they feast there on the corpses of you and your siblings
while building houses of cards with your own destinies
but rest -ssured
they see you not
utterly oblivious of your feeble existence
oh so feeble
perfectly unaware of your sufferings
your throes
your woes
your ceaseless struggles
until your demise
for nothing but half rotten crumbs
incommensurable amounts of petty griefs
minuscule tragedies
cute little agonies
yet unnoticed
you screech
you slay your fellow worms
pitilessly for their crumbs and truth be told
sometimes they watch
they watch and then they giggle:
your strifes for crumbs
jaws ajar
nails sharpened
cruel and lethal bitings
ceaselessly
for nothing but crumbs
so deliciously hilarious harken!
you may hear their disdainful giggles
crawl
crawl further
beyond the feasible
lower yourself furthermore for more unfulfilling scr-ps
slither in bile for just a few miserable ones
and preserve the precious fruits of your labor
struggle with all your strength
mulish and bitter but spiteful
you wallow in your sludge without going anywhere
oh thou the worthless
scream your lungs out to no avail as you’re fading away
your sharpest
most piercing yells are unheard
for they join the cacophony of the worms which cannot be distinguished
the abhorred din of vacuity
keep the pot boiling
get angered
there’s no way to be resigned before your last breath
embrace your fate you’re doomed to perish with dry
half rotten crumbs in your dismal mouth
as your remains will be served inside a shabby coffin
painfully purchased with your very last saving
your siblings will all celebrate your demise by devouring your meagre body
and feasting on your leftovers

- funeralium

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