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Wilbur: Wreathed In Ivy

from Dunwich by Obed Marsh

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you will not enter this place, he said to me
but I am compelled, I have returned
can you not see me?
you are grotesque, your odor is putrid; what are you?
fuck you, scum, I'll do this without you
what? what will you do?

i've found myself in this graven place
i will not escape
these towering ivy-strewn walls
i suppose they're to wreathe my grave?
vicious teeth gnash at me from amidst the vagrant shadows
my blood is boiling

my squamous skin rips from the bone,
my precious liquid spills forth,
those inner stars, my celestial curse
are strewn upon this sombre loess
and these earthly jaws tear me limb from joint
marrow sucked, soul fucked

i've found myself in this graven place,
i will not escape
these towering ivy-strewn walls
wreathe my grave

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from Dunwich, released January 8, 2019

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