And We Will Try Again (Endless End)

An instinct of guilt trickles down my bodyfrom head to earth ceaselessly to this dayI have grown accustomed forgotten its originsclenched my teeth with eyes digging deepinto memory pastOur mother slaves in the kitchenblessed with childrenringed with vast potentialonly to be squanderedby hopes and dreamsAn entire race seeks forgivenessThe bristle of beadscemented between their fingersand victims alone long departedacquiesce them for harvestThe land is deferentialthe flesh tramples aheadwhen there’s nothing therebut the waste and debris left behindSplicing the same feeling inside