cheap words and night time blues,
partners in this orgasmic wet dream,
calling for eternal fulfillment,
much to the amusement of cannibalistic tendencies,
feeding upon the innocent flesh and
leftovers of the future,
feel the freedom, crawling, clawing,
chewing its way to the top,
bursting through this impermeable membrane,
spewing forth hot, thick, creamy juices,
renewing burnt out souls and toasted spirits,
providing new hope and redemption,
for generations lost in the howling,
shrieking maelstrom.
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