An address to the stillborn, lost brothers in arms;nTo see the cursed earth claim to providence;nA pyramid New Jerusalem.nThe dream is dead.nWe're burning the carcass clean.nWe pretend-but we never sleep.nn500 miles to the faultline.nWe decompose and decay.nnCaptivating the moment.nSpread the disease.nWe come in peacenAs if we almost believed it.nStrapped to the back of a live grenadennIf there was ever a saviour.nShe'd be the first to leave.nn500 miles to the faultline.nWe decompose and decay.nTen thousand leagues throughnthe coal mines.nWe hesitate and comply.nnEqual in death only, subject tonour own betrayal.nInhuman, suspending reality;nwhat you see is truthful, but lacking.nMisinformation is the new black.nPerfect rejects, we're all incomplete.nDisfigured at birth, we'renthe human debris.nWe're freaks.nWe live.nWe die. beneath the faultlines.nOne more truth to bury.nn500 miles to the faultline.nWe hesitate at the light.nOne day we rise throughnthe cold tide,nand face away from thisndead end failure to see.