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Of Great Disgust
What has become of me?
A once vibrant soul of innocence
Now a dilapidated bacterial breeding ground
A safe space of endless futility
Such are wasted seeds
I'm full of doubt and rot
Sovern germs adore my eyes
Men of respect abhor me
Moreover I am folklore
The twelve-legged creature
A squid that fell into a spider
Then put into a meat grinder
What has become of me?
The wicked lust machine
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
With a loud pop
And a dead dream.
A once vibrant soul of innocence
Now a dilapidated bacterial breeding ground
A safe space of endless futility
Such are wasted seeds
I'm full of doubt and rot
Sovern germs adore my eyes
Men of respect abhor me
Moreover I am folklore
The twelve-legged creature
A squid that fell into a spider
Then put into a meat grinder
What has become of me?
The wicked lust machine
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean
With a loud pop
And a dead dream.
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