but time for some cthonic art why not.....
New Writings:
something dirty was turning in me
a circle of them
of them
too many of them too many of them
that which I didn't want
except for the lake to take you out
something that was you
it's red you watch it
then bury it
your blood is the color of wine
you watch it in the tube
they took it out of you
I'll be ok, it was only them
and a flute....
I'll live it, then forget it
then forget it
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