Roar of the monotonous drone.
Skew's the words your mouth has flown.
The unwavering scent of the weak.
Lost in the dissonance of cacophonous criteria.
Lips splayed open at their peaks,
Spilling this verse of sullen material.
Height of the monolithic reign.
How many men have died under your persistence?
The grinding of bones and the smoothing of soil.
Breeding grounds for the burn and toil.
Wrapping ghostly fingers through the pitted earth.
Places for every man to lose his worth.

I am the face you should've know.
Hiding the thoughts your mind has grown.
Skewed fluid bending in the veins of your tumultuous life.
A treacherous path that's made from strife.
I have cradled you since the day you were born,
I am the residue, of past worlds forlorn.