Forcefed with vanilla pudding,
voice of people piercing eyes,
nail pounded into ear
jockstraps stuffed up to nostrils

In this god forsaken place
filled with lowliest of your race
mindless drones filled this space
gotta get out, tick tack tack tick tick

Amorphous thoughts form a temple
myrh extracted from
three maidens spin time, it carries

Katharsis, pulling out rainbows
equilibrium, between alfa and omega

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