eccentric dreams fill my mouth
a strange sense of belonging
to where everything is muted and grave
haunted by migratory fears
i dwell in land where you shall never be
grip uncerntainty
deprived of everything you knew
a god of million whores
hands you your disease
unveil your flesh
protocol of rotting lies
you're headless
you're so spiral
your grave must be dug
the soil must be so black
chill settles in my spine
blood starts to congeal
you're so filthy
so uncanny
such an obsession
almost a cunting disorder
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