Weight. Cross. 'Round our necks.
Can't cut this tumour.
Grows, it grows, it's growing.
World. Stone. On our backs.
Weighing the hearst of the dead
against the feather of truth
Drawing a suitable punishment
over a brimming world of sin.
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