Lies of Autumn - Lamb Of God

As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn acrid and curl like cigarette smoke
rising from a b_tt ground out on my arm.
Step into this decay and experience dissolution.
Crucified on a plank of cruelty,
crucified on a plank of apathy
to sleep the winter away.
Immobile for the cold duration.
Huddled in isolation,
to sleep the winter away.

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