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Drawing nine stars, points of unreason

As you thrill for something worng…

1. Cannot solve something faded

Swallow face down solstice

2. Something in, something out

Victims bring into line

And line become square

With scenic sabotage's spare.

3. Time of drawl hostility

Stray in bitching lullaby…

4. walk. And shut up…

5. The calling of facefaded waste

Ochre arson while you sterilize your son

6. Count your days. And remember…

…your fucken number…

7. Praise bliss

But you won't forget

On starry thoughts to piss

8. End is so far

Even you know the way

9. Dazzled by your leak

As you pray for something wrong…

…and this is the fucken end.