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The Noose Tightens
As the noose tightens
and my corpse swings
my tongue swells
touched by my pulse
of darkness and sins
with a shadow of pale
big as a hat
beneath the grave
in death's lobotomy
like a demented shark
and things like that
big has a hat...
nowhere come the nails
and my corpse swings
my tongue swells
touched by my pulse
of darkness and sins
with a shadow of pale
big as a hat
beneath the grave
in death's lobotomy
like a demented shark
and things like that
big has a hat...
nowhere come the nails
Published 13th Feb 2022
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