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pure fuckery~with the talented Adagio
In my poetic obscurity shrouded in dark
and the shadows of infidels making lark
at my deformity of death in charade
while reciting Poe in his insanity
through the fog and soot
while doilies turn yellow
as I play chimney sweep to clinkers
rising up the flue at night
in conversation with cinders
and elders of fright
hearing the dowager's bellow
while doilies turn yellow
and the lurkers keep watching
as the screws are turning
the listeners whisper absurdities
an oddity to conventional thinking
where quackery is called medicine
to me pure fuckery
as the scenes keep flickering
in and out of focus
keep talking at me I'm not listening
all the while little dollies turn yellow
hush now don't say a word
as I murder each thought of salvation
in the infernal clerestory
need beats want any day
in the internal drama for the mad
watch me descend upon you
with a thundering cacophony
killing all hope inside you
won't you die for me?
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