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THE HIGH PRIEST ILLUMINATI
ENRAGED IN A FIELD
ALIVE BY DAY
SURGING INTO THE ENVELOPING SKIES.
A CRISP BUT CHRIST DAY
SHE DID NOT LET ME IN
I'M THE GHOUL IN A BACKYARD LEMONADE.
A GAME IS PLAYED BY FOOLS.
A CHRIST LIKE TOOLING
SINK AND DIE
DIE AND SINK
THIS IS THE UNSELFISH MAN ON THE BRINK.
DIE IN THE NIGHT
FILLED WITH FRIGHT
AM I THE GROWN UP IN A SINK
HOLE.
ALIVE BY DAY
SURGING INTO THE ENVELOPING SKIES.
A CRISP BUT CHRIST DAY
SHE DID NOT LET ME IN
I'M THE GHOUL IN A BACKYARD LEMONADE.
A GAME IS PLAYED BY FOOLS.
A CHRIST LIKE TOOLING
SINK AND DIE
DIE AND SINK
THIS IS THE UNSELFISH MAN ON THE BRINK.
DIE IN THE NIGHT
FILLED WITH FRIGHT
AM I THE GROWN UP IN A SINK
HOLE.
Published 6th Feb 2014
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