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Without a Blunderbuss - with Everavalon

Let me in, inside your soul as darkness follows
slumbering becoming the pawn of obsessions
turning you into a cunt, so annoying anonymous
cocksucker, suffocating in the back of your throat �
unborn fetus on your chest coming to me lingering
and clawing in your mind disallowing wind chimes
banging you as the calliope played, "Sodom going
to make you a hungry bird." Without a blunderbuss
of thought inside your hybrid soul. �
Let me out, clandestine absorbing of waking tethers
gripping, ripping at the womb of the flesh to clear
and adhere to the cocksucker�s breath.The wretch
and the savage, untried and untrue. Lest being the
engraver if the savior falls through. Empty, the nest
is invested to dine. A sip of the quip of the music�s
decline.

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