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This Bitter Earth

from Where Suns Come To Die (2015) by SOL

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And there is no comfort
on this bitter Earth
No spiritual redemption
No undiscovered source
of goodwill
or moral

For the world is hollow
and the sky is empty
The gods of my youth
are gone
The virtues
The hopes
all gone

And I hung the mask of gods
upon my purity
as I festered
in loathing

And as snake-smudge
blurred the distance of ghosts
the dying dawn
thirsted for sun

And I stood there trembling
with old filthy hands
gazing into the abyss
O how it pushed me deeper
Downwards
Onwards
Crushing the bitter riddle
of life

Now,
crawling like a lizard
into the truth of others
the mask of gods descend
from the purest concept of a refuge
to the utter shit-stained mud
I wander through
every waking hour
of my existence

And there is no comfort
And this bitter Earth

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from Where Suns Come To Die (2015), released April 22, 2019

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