I spoke the lines
Spinning forward
Toward an ultimate end
Raining down perpetual
The twirling frantic
A crawling torment
The mind becomes a fine point
Every pore is spittle and foam
This transformation pounces immediately
The heart and liver
Twinkling eye
The wheel of lust
The cavernous whirl
Lulled to sleep by the century
Quenched with blood
To burry In with teeth
The doom
Nothing outside the wall
Let no one in
Not now, not ever
Gnostic decimals
For another
Somebody else’s velvety deception
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