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Darkness, it comes for me.
26.7.08
CXXIX.
We will celebrate you.
We'll bestow you a crown.
Then we'll step on your neck.
When you begin to drown.
Among all the consonants
You were a noun.
But when the time comes
You'll burn to the ground.
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Broken Records. Broken Teeth.
Recalled To Life
vile and wretched
Wealth and Excursions
Meaningless, Meaningless, Meaningless
Pastoral Genocide
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