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to the red weed Where ever there was a stream the red weed clung and grew with frightening voraciosness It's claw-like fronds choking the movement of the water
bodies at a mass Clawlike wings Of death Behold in trepidation Of ominous Certain destruction Ionising spread Of destruction Halflife of a thousand years
To strike a crippling blow Well almost but not quite Under his clawlike thumb I can naught but succumb That fiery fiend of mine Definately redefines
what wasn't canned Pulled the trigger on my rifle With my claw-like hand Got what for, Chopped him up Put him in a pie pan Bear tooth dentures Feeling
sky, melanic hand, starless floating body, Ever unbridled pleasure, haematic rigid phallus. Cinereous threatening cloud, cyaneaous claw-like nails,
Your suns are warming up my skin Clawlike finger scratch my lips My eyes are slowly turning to green And blood is freezing in my veins Feed me
into life A sacred liaison, a sky of abrasion The brooding clouds roll And echo their pain Lighting's impatience A claw-like invasion Stabs at the sky
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