| Geology is digging through my brain
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| A manta engulfing the world
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| To throw it up once again
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| To a guild of lifted daggers
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| Neo-wolf, but older again
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| Than the Lupus itself
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| Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
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| A collection of failures
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| A diabolical sequence of stabs
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| Written in cutting stone
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| From the fossilized den of thieves
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| Our lives die
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| Neo-wolf, but older again
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| Than the Lupus itself
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| Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
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| A collection of failures
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| I see the nursing all mother
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| Spitting out a trail of termites
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| In the mouth of her first born hope
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| With smog-filled rebellion
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| Apathy dressed in violence
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| White, insectoid legs
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| Curse her lips and her mouth receptive
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| Only to pain
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| Neo-wolf, but older again
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| Than the Lupus itself
|
| Linked its fur to the Gyroscope of time
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| A collection of failures |