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To kill with sword, with hunger, with death indeed

To be killed without the relief of death

The heart, it beats to its own stupid drum

Circling a drain caustic enough to swallow even our world of pride and economy

The encore, our epilogue, the curtain call, lit on fire for the edification of spectacle

Onward and downward, to embrace the armless shelter and speechless love

The velvet curtain call will blaze your circular path of curtain call, once and for all