Green musky fluids drench your soft core
Tragic tendrils scrape or snatch any piece of gore
sacrifice their form for sacred life we’ve been wishing for
no skin could ever breech us anymore
Scared limbs frake the present
finger by finger they fall apart a soul
lambs score doesn’t exist anymore
this cowards wasn’t made for rough metal and spark
their limited furnace broke years ago
entire dolls frozen by limits show
left overs echo
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