.Stop, and bow down
Let your bodies be sold to clones
Stop, and count down
Trapped in the wreckage of your own bones
A cigarette between dead lips
And your tiny hands on skeletal hips
Coil, you snakes
What happens here will seal your fate
Turn your future int.
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