Dark and dark about the wind

Sinful and big behind the shadows
I converse with musty idiots against the light
Alass, alack! The end gets weird
Sinful and sticky within the flock
We prod glowing bones under the bullshit
Alass! The thought is born
Dark and dark about the wind
We meet poisonous dreams beyond the shadows
Awake! The Knave is done


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