Firstwake Redux

You'd be choking on your flame, my son without a name
 Made king of all the wastes
 And forever will swallow us alive, we'll be abstracted from time
 We can let the tides wash over
 This is the epilogue
 To the introduction, lost in the sound
 Hold tight all your systematic theories that help you to sleep at night
 But remember that there could be no sufficient certitudes in Hell
 Father, forgive them
 For they know not what they do
 Mother, receive me
 'Cause I'm coming home to you, does this cup run dry?
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 Look at what we've done again, we wage war in the name of love
 Using gold to fill the holes in your hands
 Caught in the paradox
 Juxtaposed between bifurcated black and white
 And my propensity to fail you
 Caught in the cyclical narrative of violence
 That invokes your name to justify genocide
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 They'll take everything
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 We traded water for salt
 Something whole for something equally as broken as us
 Now dying of thirst, we'll write this out in blood
 And shut you in a stone-cold time where the air rots out, leaving us alone
 We chose to be alone
 I was given this cup to quench parched tongues
 But I became drunk, and lust lynched my lungs
 Father, forgive them
 For they know not what they do
 Mother, receive me
 'Cause I'm coming home to you, does this cup run dry?
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 For they know not what they do