| Coiled embalmed
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| Wretched face of evil
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| Lies sinned and furied, in spite of it’s glory
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| All matters sewn into one prophet
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| I nail this one seed, and crawl back through it’s onset
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| Winged lashes — vast essence
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| Dead skin holds the poet
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| A simple red mask keeps the rain from the sunset
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| A triangular wave left me covered with lies
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| Essential for it’s beauty as the shepherd dies
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| All — fallen enslaved
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| All — vanished awoken
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| It’s eyes may seem dreamy but soon lies a token
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| That buries three hearts, six feathers
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| — One oaken
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| To crack self-made concepts
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| To hold one great feast
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| A soak-wet cold fairy gave birth to the beast
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| My sins turns to flowers as the rain turns to dust
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| Please shower my mind in your ghostlike lust
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| …it's a fistful must… |