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This fallen angel could stitch a wing with a shoe-string; the prime directive selects reflective aviation bathed in mood swing. I´m broke. I know a walking corpse who´d spit icicle dagger to slit throat quicker than you could prove there´s four letters in hope. I paint a portrait from my cell called life inside the tortoise shell, tor´tured, orbiting hell´s orchard intrigued but not compelled. I smell a hint of charred child flesh sweeping through my quaters, order one canteen of liquid caffeine and eclipse the slaughter. Now is you is the villain of my kabuki hologram cuz i hobble with hollow hands, please pan tha nozzle. We see intent to re-invent dream application with homage to ancients but honor modern replacements circling now basics. I´m Bilbo Baggins with stilts tipping the Petri dish, beached fish on the shores where the feast of wits eats the corpse. Divvy the servings and study the traits that deemed killer breed credible, that´s a harp of a different color but the song remains identical. I am not a crook. I cook the wick at at both ends just to blend that element of chanbe with my tight rope dance. Life. Sight beyond. Fire ant with hunger pain gut be gone. Belong to something civil, saint, cuz this Rembrant paints on. And it´s a cold canvas loged in the gut of Atlantis. Some present impressive lung, some truly learn what a death chant is. I alone personify mankind´s collective sulk as the result of one angry Zeus fist blistering cult pulp in bulk. Face it. Die. Place it on the shelf next to the portrait mommy gave you of tha day it rained but y´all posed by the slave ship anyway. Make it rain ´til the levy breaks. My fetus breeds as a Combine of Father time and his sweetest concubine, wine. And it saddens me like televised casualties. I´ll be hung in the village square in exactly 5 minutes; you don´t want to miss it. As a token of my discontent regarding the equation, I´m officially closed for consultation.

CHOROUS; I float. While everyone around me´s busy drowning....

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