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Sweet Sodom SingSongs
Hypnopazūzu
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Should I scratch sweet southern songs
From my sea view?
Is there rest or robb
In the mushroom cloud room?
The burden of grasping that anchor
Like a child again
Living in a true fable
Mock those ten years
After Pilate's utter goddess
Utter her
In a swept dream I saw
Shirley as the final
May Queen surrounded by rage
I called Eminem
In my tree book
The Maiden was not the sign
But the mist on the King
Wettеd the way forward
I couldn't lift thе shadow
Ran to red pail
Hurting in vial and fields with
Traces of space playing in my lunchbox
It's tool time, it's tool time
It's tool time, it's tool time
It's tool time, it's tool time
It's tool time, it's tool time
It's tool time, it's tool time
Spat signs out for the halo
I listened to at twelve
And unballed myself crystalline
For the beast-beast waiting
In his temple of ghost gods
Gloucester's vernal pop song 'Demeter'
Meant nichts
I could've snagged flowers
Or pretended plutonic love
Confusing mythologies as ever
Dying in the dragons
Spending on shallow dogs
On the broken beat their tails cracked
For population
To make dregs of mountains
Better to kiss pussy willow
With your dragonfly hard on
And on prod shining
Laying in the depths of ghost