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Twelve twenty-two and ticking

Tantalum's twisting turns

Taking its toll on thinking

Veritable acid burn

Succulence improved by aging

beautiful marginal skins

Spanned across fragments and whale bone

where mysticism fills the void

Like children running to freedom

losing their way in the glass house maze

Dreaded life dissolved in guise

broken soul solved in disguise

Two hails now, one to god

spin new truth of clotting blood

Smoke and mirrors lead the way

here’s your fucking truth, now lie