Burden the pair of stars.
Green eyes that she knows.
Born in the west.
She fell back.

Living amongst the crowd.
Background noise to them.
She’s so sad.
I’m already dead.


Jesus –
Heed us –
F.E.M.A’s will feed us.
The soul laughs like retards.
Sweet dust will drain our sorrow!


Weary the path that follows.
Demons can’t be far. (behind you)
Good luck then. (unknown place)
Bird in the hand.


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