.Disposable creatures defiling the night,
receive at my hand the invisible light.
This river of faces, this garden of graves,
it flows and it grows when this boy misbehaves.
Do you hear that song? Now it won't be long,
until we dance the dance
and rid ourselves of everyone.
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