| I was the first to discover what hid in those red windows
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| The one I found there tried hard to survive
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| A child riddled with teeth sprouting randomly
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| All over his body except in his rotting mouth
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| Was taken
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| By us
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| To our lab
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| «Us» meaning myself
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| As well as the assistants I had
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| Instructing me of a mission through
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| A distant telepathic channel
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| Running directly out from their compound and into my brain
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| Referring to themselves as the A.U.M
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| I was to bring the body back to my quarters
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| And await instruction
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| Not an easy task, to transport it
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| Strapping it down to a gurney I dragged it through the alley
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| Unfortunate casualties noticed me
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| Using any tools around at that time, to keep them quiet
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| An iron pipe
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| A broken bottle
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| Or a jagged piece of brick or stone
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| I should not continue to delineate this any longer
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| At one point I had to fake my death
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| Until the witness made a close inquiry
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| At that time I had to use the less effective
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| Weapons that were born onto me
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| With old teeth and leather hands
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| I took an ear and then an eye
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| I focused force around their skull
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| To keep them mute during attempts
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| To yell for aid, until they fell
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| A.U.M. |
| made it painfully clear, I was to bring the body back
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| Or I would be forced to witness the drop of black again
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| I cannot begin to describe
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| The horror of viewing this maddening drop
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| For the memory bleeds
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| Too deep into my own
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| That the mere thought alone starts to unravel my frayed reality
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| Giving way to its ominous ability to shape
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| And adapt my thought and vision
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| It is beginning to happen now
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| I finally have the body safe inside
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| After the abduction, after the viewing of The Drip
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| A building had been left to me by relatives
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| Across the ocean that it overlooked
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| Or so I was told
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| Often I try to recall what endeavours I pursued previous to this
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| Yet to no avail
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| That part of my memory blurs in my mind
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| Like a fresh painted canvas left out in a thunderstorm
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| I watch through my window as it melts
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| Fading all the memories I kept
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| Only A.U.M. |
| here
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| They are conducting human murmuration
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| From the liquid in his bones
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| They raise the dead to fly together
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| I watch through my window as it melts
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| Fading all the memories I kept
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| Only A.U.M. |
| here
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| They are conducting human murmuration
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| From the liquid in his bones
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| They raise the dead to fly together
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| I circle with them in the shroud
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| The winged ones and I
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| Falling off their wind, I waken
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| With unworldly castings burned into my eyes
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| Intermittent logic in a daze of violent hyper gliding
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| They are conducting human murmurations
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| From the liquid in his bones
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| They raise the dead to fly together
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| I woke from my dream on the floor of the factory
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| In a nest made of black feathers that were alive
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| Somehow
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| Every hollow quill
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| Had filled up
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| With the
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| Rotting
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| Child’s
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| Living
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| Marrow
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| Each one serving as a needle to inject in each new body
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| In this nest A.U.M. |
| made it clear
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| I was to bring more corpses back to life
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| Or be forced to witness the drop of black again
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| Every night while in fever I’ve taken
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| A new pallet of bone to vein to infect and release |