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There's a red slash in my soup



There's no sorrow in the sky below



There's a cab driver sans taxi floating about the storm tundra



There's a red slash in my soup



There's mosquitoes in my bed



There's a plaintive cry emenating from the dreaming mountain



Sky, and so much falling debris

Ground, and deadly attache cases filled with a mad-man's vision



Persistance of resistance kills resistance of persistance



There's a red zig-zag slash drinking my soup



There's a smile under the sea-bed



There's a bride waiting for our taximan to carry her hope away



Castle dark is waiting