Oh i’m jumping into the naked sphere
To Touch and peel the consecrated fear
Oh the skulls have all the money now
Puke your mentions into hundred handed peers
I’m in the cavalry now
Exhorting catacomb howls
Scraping medicine eyes
Blood fills my emptying bowels
Death is mandatory when living here
See The puss oozing out poison grown in hair
small wings beat the sound of unpleasant doom
New growth pushes through a sudden arctic bloom
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