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I can't hear a sound
Soft soil of a grave unmarked
And underneath the willows arc
A thorn garden lays
Flourishing and stark
Unmatched by your gaze

Baida, Eyes filtered by pain, 
You see the difference in a man is in his soil, and it’s good enough to hate 
So placid in the flesh, 
Belying hatred that

you can reach down
Through the soil 
And grab me by the wrist
Well you can't 
Cause I'm already
Dead inside, I won't reprise
I won't be yours, you won't

inking papers
Insurers calculate their fees
Light comes from nuclear power

Sky is framed by airplanes
Gas travels under the soil
Drills punch holes into

a blender
I cut through the soul not leaving a splinter
Your heart is a bone, de-shell the marrow
I'm tilling the soil of soul
I till it by hand, but I may

We in the yard, Bredren
You know, trinity soil
Jamaican soil
We in the yard

We comin' off that nana boat
You know
Na-na-na-na
Banana

Banana boat

of your eyes
As you stand on the street as the daughters swim by)
Seed in soil un-wet
(And I live in my home and I'm out on my own
And I feel like a man

Comrades stand side by side to stop the Nazi charge
Panzers on Russian soil, a thunder in the East
One million men at war, the Soviet wrath unleashed

Onward

live.
In the filth we come alive.
Incubation underground.
Earthbound by blood, blood rooted in the soil of our ancestors.

In filth we live.
In filth we

light of gold

All I know of you is the sights of war
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar

One day I'll touch your soil
One day I'll finally

lies 
None shall be left alive 
Bury the sadist, bury their lies
Black blood soil, scorn in time

Follow the path led by the blind
Eye for an eye till

or to soak in
But to have an impact on direction that they go in
Grounded by the roots, hooked to the soil
Recognize the rumble that we're in, yeah, it's

Unhallowed soil among feet and body
Enslaved by the smoke of steel machines
Inside a poisoned garden from God's hand
My pathway of the nothingness

dig for ancient coal treasures
to enter the soil vessels
dig for the purest essence of uranium - the king of elements

through deep mines and toxic

Inpropagation

Carcass

Necroticism: Descanting the Insalubrious

1991

Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead

Now I am complete
Pierced by my mate
Consequences ensue
Autonomy renounced
I am no longer whole
Split asunder
For domestic relief

Belly to the soil

the heat
Will you be garden-front or petty food for us to eat?

Swine!
You are the mulch
Enriching spoiled soil
As you reach for the sun
A stench of death is

First I started in the soil
Then I came up from the dirt
Vhw
Very hard work
You know I started in my jansport
But now i’m in my Burke
Vhw
Very hard

the hours turning soil into flowers
Waiting for your critical acclaim
Every thought runs its race etching lines upon your face
Every day passes by in the cold

a place in your distant unknown
Placed on luminous soil
There is a place in your distant unknown
Lose yourself in the maw of madness
In your ethereal palace

Got to get the old feel back
Got to plant my feet in the soil
Turning me inside out
Shouted down by holy rollers
Oh, what's the deal?

Faces I've

be my sidekick
Son of the soil
Some hated me for the color of my skin
Niggas hating
I been silent all my whole life
Popo acting boujee
Nigga called me

and breathed deep in quiet labour pains

 Towers and walls
 Trees and wolves
 And home, o’er horizons many
 
 Powers and laws
 Beasts and soil
 And home, in our

the ancients among us
i see them by their eyes
we have killed their fathers
they are so firmly set 
in this soil 
which means nothing to us
as we