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If They Ask Tell Them We're Dead
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Weak Ends
Weekends anon
Blood light in rite
She sees what I fight
Her son, god of light
it's all of what I
On hold put aside
Exhume the unsound
As stapled in veils
I forget the decent
I forget how it ends
The warmth of embrace
The smell and the taste
Because all I ever wanted was to hibernate these days
Illuminate, Seed!!!
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To you I will heed
Because I frequently feed
From what pathos receives
It's all of what I
On hold put aside
Like vermin I thrive
On your lancet I'll die
As rendered in haze
We all fade without grace
Because of the warmth of embrace
The remains of what stays
And all I ever wanted was to hibernate these days
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