.Let the steel be my Christ Let the blood create the path Ignored like the dead pigeon gutted by the cat Impregnated our babies with psychosis and lamb vomit The clay failed to form the cast All that is left is a moist clump of animation Pure flat affect and no chance for grin Retarded by the morning.
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