Told my vampire soul,
Pretend I never needed wings, Sell each feather for parts, Silent becoming is the immortal hiding within this ancient linear essence entitled existence as it's ruin endures devilishly on carrion parade, Leech-fucking-off the enslavement of 3rd invisible world lives never labelled yet dying as children...
In lieu of our luminescent graves,
Lit by the sea we drove from ice
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