Bloody Contempt’s aspiration br Does as no feeding of a breed br To bleed oneself, to and from br The weary lives and lies of breathing br Oh, and of the brass shine, br Those remain with this corset past br With pointless assonance like fire br And you’re whole without a mass br All knowing Burn is my slow seam br And split your ivory into the skinned leaves br To cover us charred as a collection br Of memories from the weeping trees br So come forth Quantities of me, br Residual and of my dead degrees br As we in Cacophony’s world br Have within our descendents breezedbr br Jon Doebr br