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Red Sigils ov Cursed Numbers.

Deep Web

Liminal Spaces

The backrooms of human mind.

Who's that peeking in my window ?

POW ! Nobody now.

Bacteriologist, dressed in yellow.

Meta-portal vortex.

God has entered my body,

Like a body my same size,

Like me floating into you,

and you floating into me.

Bed wrapped by chains.

One-way mirror.

No reservations allowed.

Marlboro Light, up the doors.

God has entered my body,

Mi casa, su casa

That's our cosa nostra,

and you floating into me.

Flesh twined and tattered,

Torned and dislocated,

Abyssal vacuum of plasmic cells

In valium and lexomils tabs.

So many lies and laughs,

breathing my air,

Vaporised through 911 subjects.

Ain't no shit as God.

Ain't no shit like God.

Must be a circus in town.

Your God talks shit.

Ain't no biggest shit as God.

Must be a circus in town.