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Shiny like marble kissed by sea / Some Castaneda dreams / By William
Burroughs means
Feeding the devil with a spoon / It is the length / Not the skill nor stealth or
strength / Like / Do you got what it takes to know yourself / To kill the
universe / You try to twist into a curse?
True flesh of a swine fattened on her brood / Will bark at the sun howl the
moon / Go grasp the meaning of universe / Or kill thyself
No four and nine is a twelve / No ten and three is a twelve
The new born moon did burn you blind / A Horus of plucked out eye / Trying to
map the sky / To find a place to go when he dies
Bride wealth of the sun / For the wife you wed / A templars' Baphomet /
Crown that fits no head / Pork jelly fed / No suckling to sodomy and sin /
Cheap wine pissed in the wind / Gonna get it right
For true flesh of a swine fattened on her brood / Will bark at the sun howl the
moon / Go grasp the meaning of universe / Or kill thyself
Seasons they change / Winter did come / Washed down with blood / Gulped
down your sun
And ogre brood souls / Gnaw cheese from the moon / Dream of wells by the
road / In darkened bedrooms / But no coffin lid nails / No n demon names /
Create no interest in Hell / You got nothing to sell
For no nine and four's twelve / No ten and three's twelve / No such thing as
yourself / Kill the universe / Get it right
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