I’m wandering for my celestial providence
Putrid doors seen to follow me everywhere
Lucid pig grins are piled on dense
Through Shiva’s embrace I let my heart tear
To search for the sepulchral agent of chaos
It’s wingful madness, I suppose
But I’ve ran hard in the labyrinth boss
“Game’s over,” bellows the cloud and smites me in boast
I will claw out of this postmodern cage
Coalesce my eagerness with the dew-laden leaves
Strike a deal with the swindling mage
And get my kicks before they find my brain of weaves
Long ago I lost the gilded rudder
That used to fend off those she-devils of damnation
So I dolefully board the train covered by cemented shutters
It will drag me to the laconic reptilian exhibition
Putrid doors seen to follow me everywhere
Lucid pig grins are piled on dense
Through Shiva’s embrace I let my heart tear
To search for the sepulchral agent of chaos
It’s wingful madness, I suppose
But I’ve ran hard in the labyrinth boss
“Game’s over,” bellows the cloud and smites me in boast
I will claw out of this postmodern cage
Coalesce my eagerness with the dew-laden leaves
Strike a deal with the swindling mage
And get my kicks before they find my brain of weaves
Long ago I lost the gilded rudder
That used to fend off those she-devils of damnation
So I dolefully board the train covered by cemented shutters
It will drag me to the laconic reptilian exhibition
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