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The Swine in me, loving and living

Pig of dissolution just sitting there as the leaves are leaving their branches

Autumn is here soon, giving off a faint smell of hope

Drunk now, this slaughterhouse is in neglect

True man of his word, who do we need now as it’s not the same ocean anymore

It’s a different world, contaminated and pest ridden, waves still pounding the shore

Need to find out, before tiredness is taking over, who is the me that seeks, you

In need of apology for being, why the questions is not to be found when the answer is

Seeking fortune but in a different light, a different shape

The time has come, for sacrifice

So drunk now

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