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Geology is digging through my brain |
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A manta engulfing the world |
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To throw it up once again |
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To a guild of lifted daggers |
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Neo-wolf, but older again |
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Than the Lupus itself |
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Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time |
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A collection of failures |
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A diabolical sequence of stabs |
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Written in cutting stone |
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From the fossilized den of thieves |
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Our lives die |
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Neo-wolf, but older again |
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Than the Lupus itself |
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Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time |
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A collection of failures |
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I see the nursing all mother |
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Spitting out a trail of termites |
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In the mouth of her first born hope |
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Breasts ripe with smog filled rebellion |
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Apathy dressed in violence |
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White insectoid legs |
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Curse her lips and her mouth |
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Receptive only to pain |
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But older again |
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Than the Lupus itself |
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Linked its fur to the gyroscope of time |
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A collection of failures |
