The Horrible Testo

Tall times not flexible the bitter taste of hate and ash
Shatter the endless fear beckon the trepid tear
So silent in passing a dawn whose breath is spent
In this I see you
Gulls rise in solemn instinct terror clings to fatal cliffs
Against the depress ocean pull
And though I scream my mouth has no rewards
Sounds that climb sounds that die
The fate of words against the sky
In this I hear you
I don't know why you offer like a lamb being led to the slaughter
You push and scream and falter a sacrifice on the alter
I can not give you comfort the time and lines that distort
It's not your way of being it's what you are not seeing
I don't know why you offer waist high in all the slaughter
The time we live must falter the silent faces on the alter
Why you offer why you offer
Our crisis moves in huddle hobble deserving spit thin faces stare
To know the place and still disagree to tempt the temple that was
Always she
The sentence kills the inner drive roads to see but on not to thrive
In this I know you