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Bring it to your lips
and experience the sulfur
infect everything that
we've created. don't twist
this around. don't attempt
to justify what we know
is wrong. tendons are torn
and screams are released
into a poisoned.
mathematic atmosphere. we're composing
our funeral songs, note by
note. with this i declare that tomorrow is an allusion.
what if the clouds are fragments or mistakes.
fabricated by the factories
of our foolishness?
we're composing our funeral songs, note by note
prove me wrong.
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