| Golem-box torrent, wheatsheaf alive,
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| Beckon fix Gabriel, apparition of light.
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| Heave-ho Somnambul, the ingestor my hoax,
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| Can’t spittoon my donor but by Christ you’ll try.
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| Nitrogen breather, no mask, no idea,
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| No I.D. |
| inner matrix of graft.
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| Cost of derailment, hedge three of five,
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| Bad arm dictator in factory walkout.
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| Workforce awoken from pre-minimum wage doss,
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| Full bodied prong war, minion fat-cat dribble.
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| Three thousand automatons, here they come,
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| For the Babel superior race.
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| Phallic maroon column, Piss-Nelson crofter,
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| Spunk/ acid/ death, revelation of love.
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| Is it vibrations what make us tick over?
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| Or is shrugging doubt, death pulling hard on your cuff? |