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She's a practical genius-

An actual genius, they say,

—but she'll never believe it.

There's no more star struck

Clouds strung together

With bruises

All the lies and all the lairs

The layers of cake

For birthdays missed

A Christmas present,

In lessons learned

The Devil wishes

For her to suffer

Surely, she'll come around at some point

But today, of course

To her dismay,

It's just attention deficit

And jelly fishing

Was the straight jacket really necessary?

You said you were going to kill everybody.

I was Skrillex!

Sure you were.

Silence, children

I'd rather than to kill you

Have to feed you forever,

From my breast and my loins

A sour milk gon totten

Than to give you all

To Television dinners

And seat you at Tom's Restaurant

In the smoker's section

Rather now I die and here

Than go on knowing

I may never know my whole God again,

God

Thereby and there I go,

Open and world over closer

They simply shouldn't bother

With such fragile and delicate a flower

That she truly has

Become carnivorous

There, now children

I shall feed you from the fertile soil

Of another world.

Not forgotten, but hidden from forsaken

Shallow souls of pestering man animals

The shallow souls of man animals

To seed the sigh of senders promise

Never worth fortold by nature

Never less the sounds of science

Never less control of masses

The masters in distress,

The makers of madness

The masters of distress

The makers of madness

The makers of chaos

Worth, running

For, follow

Tear, sacred

Tears, sacred

Take her

Take her

Again to the way now

Take her

Take her

Again to the fortress

Take her

Take her again to the world now

For even in a pit of snakes,

A wolf is bitten

For even in a tank of sharks, the ocean

The lion would never triumph

Take her,

Take her again to the fortress

Take her again to the world now

Take her, take her to forests and fire

Take her again to betrothed, nature

Nature

Nature

Fall short shadow, will you

Will call it

The one who comes

Is also myself!

O, lord!

The one who calls

Is also myself

Oh, My Gos

The one who wakes,

Is also my self

No, God,

Foreshadow my mark

Foreshadow this kindness unto man,

My shadow hath quaked in the dusk

Lurking in all the, mine crevices

Mine shadows,

Mine evils,

Mine darkness,

Mine envy

My death

Falling under water,

Here I am breathing in

The deep of salt,

The dault of man

The dusk and dawn

The fortress

Wait here, dear shadow,

For I must creep low to supply you with light

Wait here, dear captor

The world you have burned from our kindle

Wait here, dear mountain