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Sink! Your depleted armies choke on fairytales. I'll pretend to |
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care if you pretend to suffocate. I can wait cos the circumstances |
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never change. I'll resuscitate what's drawn, disengage feet from |
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clay... Backs into the wall, administrate, forget all that the faceless |
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say - pictures of adoration and hate. Hey illiterate, brittle bones |
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always resonate. Show commendable front but little subtlety. |
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I'll participate, you pretend to own a brain. Up the gain as your |
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articulation starts to wain. Try to forget all and evacuate this |
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vacuous exchange of curds and whey. Hey degenerate, your kicks |
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don't always penetrate. |
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Below the sea a fabled land - maturity. Cunts with no face and |
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zero grace exacerbate holes as wide as me, wide as the sea, sing in |
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different keys. Kill the harmony, a dissonance to hang from trees. |
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They've no voices, just consequential immunity from reason |
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bullets and at birth should be isolated - protection from decency cos |
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this is how the wars get started. |