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PROCESSION Your body so desecrated stoned tot he hum of the machine blank eyes that smile through the night cut me with your razorblades dress me up like a god fringed in black and white papier mache shoot me up with morphine deadly love of hateful opiate cosmic oceans of hungry insects crawl through the sky to wake dead stars If I'm dead then what makes you alive? Following behind, a wicked funeral procession corpses who line the street smile back maliciously Crack the crystal ball, kill your oracle conspiring to assassinate truth my tongue speaks in a lie swallowing your pitiful alibi as something awakens in the corner Gravestones dissipate blow away fine grains like cocaine set fire to the huddled masses a childless mother weeps in the dust but I dont care TRANSGALACTIC DOORWAYS Locusts with keen sense of direction on membranous wings fly where stars bear blinding luminescense | ||||||||||||||||
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