Expect nothing
grit grave turned wild
sixty degree angle turn
deliverance and devour
faint and toppled tower
thumb down drive
never ask why
pound pound pound
and preserve fine dine wine
fixate benevolent
echo murder bare
tongue anchored slave
belonged to few
and do
tell the king
the all knowing malice king
to birth the maggot
and consume it’s fly
for my webs will weave
and my spider eyes will never forget
I rip my fed
from the digest you spill
and spell your name in weave
sixty degree
suck you dry
deliver your thousand children
and consume you all

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