.Beneath the tailor's stitches
Crowds and crowds of butchers play
Hung high from the ceiling
Staring at it, wondering how...
No tree, no wall can stop their hell
No snake, no trick is accounted for>
I am the murderer>
Complete this fatal moment
While you'r.
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