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CryptCrept
Dealing heavy damage around the docklands, ichor-tinged drizzle rivers running Blood running down my hands Now I am kin to Nosferatu My only light is the ignis fatuus Tallowing my charnel tomb A vampire with all the time, and a hunger needing ever more A sourceless gnawing, a longing for human sauce.
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Club Killer
The bald big lipped toll taker with a head like an Olmec demands our souls Behind him a shelf of enormous bones for when Cerberus is left alone I try to sweeten him up, straighten my tie and lean in; we’re friends of Orpheus, you know My tongue dulcifies my language, which usually sufficed His…
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Multiply
As much as one wants to be two Every subsequent number longs to be one again We try a million ways to born again We have done so since time’s dawn Gilgamesh and Enkidu raged, pawns We are not, they were drawn into Quarrels with which mortals have no truck The second I get twenty…
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Dial
Well, that’s your plan scuppered, he mutters He sees them malingering outside, snipes from the gutter Doubtless holding tucked cutters Knows the kind, make career Of destroying the area Knows how to deal with them Just like he did in Korea Call in the pros, Mavis Old man wielding a baseball bat instructs his wife…
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Grasp
My addictions seem impassable The source of them ungraspable I’ll be smoking grass Sure as shit stains are found beneath an asshole Sure as Shadowfax is in your Findus casserole Your Rolex knows my Casio’s gold tier I’ve gone clear, operating Thetan Procreating Satan on my discman.
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