| Kings and things were on the
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| Back of my drunken house
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| Those days
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| Always mixed with stupid twists of tribes
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| Or times—
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| Make this your murder sigil mass
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| Twice—thrice—more—times than you can call
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| Spite my face
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| I dreamt the damned speed night
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| One stroke—two stroke—three stroke
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| War toll
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| Passion day in the horsie’s play
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| His mouth at bared kiss
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| The nihil trilling the hip of night
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| The navel of the ghost queen
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| Her mouth crowned with suns
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| Whilst it rains
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| Boats pour out into the waves of myrrh
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| Hymned myths and bullshit
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| The sarcastic arch of times
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| Diseased and deceased
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| Released cobras into your pure pur fires
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| Looked at her beautiful profile
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| As sweet as all the א Alephs א
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| Lusted for smiles without sheen
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| Wall or drops
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| I couldn’t buy my way out of
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| Bruises by this date
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| Qabalistic trickery unworks
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| The natural DrakBark
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| Whiskered and glitching
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| Electronic face of hymn her
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| Who is your night?
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| Who is your own angel?
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| Who is your own Name?
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| The stunted statue remains
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| Encolumned
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| Manhide lost to the bridgebuilder
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| And cenobitic grope from behind Maat
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| Running simultaneously to the Lupar tribes
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| In deserts in Afghan nylon skene
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| They loll and wait for Oz
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| To arrive in time for the theme crime
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| The notes and menus of the sage
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| On the ridge in his boiled shell
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| Barrett!
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| Emphatic you touched me in perfumes
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| And sugars and almonds
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| In the ded red night
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| There were ghosts in the bed
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| By the piano dead
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| Announcing Japanese slaughter
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| Arriving for beheading
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| The dogs roll heads with China
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| The cattes roll dead with the shepherd’s KillKill
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| The monsters all moulted of shedded hair
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| And feathers and skinned
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| And shifted into the greed of us all
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| Yesu Yesu Yesu
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| Nox Spelled right from death
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| Of motorbikes arisen
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| Dodged the bullets from sidereal Bimini
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| And enforced his own abbey
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| In and over the secret Atlantis
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| And watch
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| Oh clock
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| The cows climb domes
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| Spoon and belt
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| And bone and the night hounds home
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| En te arche was the arch
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| En te arche the archon |