They do not fall
They do not rest
They do not let up
And they are always pressing
Down
Down
Down
The dust weighs heavy
Dust stained boots
Dust stained shirt
Dust stained tired soul
And it is always Filth
Dirty
Dirty
Dirty
The imprint exists internally
Foot steps look back
Foot steps for here
Foot steps yet to go
And there will always be more
Go
Go
Go
The waste abounds all around
Death wants to play
Death bites on bones
Death pleads for more
And one always finds rest too easy
No
No
No
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