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Sugar, Spell it Out

Clever times and popcorn
in a studio made of solid glass
to only those who ask for death
shall receive it.

Dignity won’t overcome
your lust for silence
for I have come to silence you
and cure my own diseases.

And when the light shines down
you’ll hide
and crawl into your own abyss
of rotten fruit and glowsticks.

I’ll continue to mess up my own life,
but never will I make mistakes
in yours, I care far too much
to let it disobey me.

Now that we have all moved on
to deserted forests and roof-less homes
we pray for sin and slumber deep
inside our own diseases.





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