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A PIPE LACED WITH SOME SICK SHIT
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NO EYELIDS
Oh, she's a deep dark magic germ
(Fancy way of saying wicked bitch)
Twin coccoons in a mythic volcano
Junkyard tents at a trashy cafè table
Sample this fresh head upon clean
Silver platter, wheeled winter chill
Shredded flesh stuck in the fridge,
Structured sinewy expression of hellish screams,
Sat strapped in a tacky tool-shed-
Fancy fridge, distant dread visions transmutated
Indian Indian what did you die for
Cannibalistic cryptid creaky floorboards creaking
Seared to investigate the lessons
In the dead stillness of dull night
'Get the shotgun
'Get the knife
'We're untethered from heaven'
Thusly, she struts outside
Big wilderness, a sinister whisper...
Maggots will eat you alive
Just like when Christ was crucified?
