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Lazy drool dripping chin

bone cracked barbwire slivers in the waste of western worlds

dead till the resurrection of a thousand brains beaming signals to the lost memory of the mothers of moon children

they have struck golden oil and the rain isn’t a worry when the winds aren’t a bastard to breath

One sons tear dripping in wrong doings and smiles when the backs on mindless mooch and Lucifer the last loser are squeezing toy ducks in bath tubs

While sinister poison potions and future hazards run this circus

I'm Dog faced and red ringed and waiting for the last train to pack up the carnival

Start raiding the forests of shit colored birds and grey vibes