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Two fists to punch, two feet to kick and score
The coalred Lucifer, fire paranoid dementor
My skull bursts and cracks, my neck breaks
My life is set loose, my dream is dead and dull
The nightstallion dangles its cold limbs
Right bang into my twin-towering eyes
That crumbles, pile of rubbles, ground naught
Endless bloodblack snakes darkly slither
In the empty plate of my writhing brain and soul
Tying my hopes to a leaden casket
Linking my happiness to an earthen grave
A global fright reigns over and within that night
A pageant of neighbors drop their pimpernels of love
Too late to console, too tardy to embrace and hug
The flesh that will decay in the moongleams
Of the slow-sliding tears of my dismayed son
Of the deep-knotting sobs of my deranged love
Two sorrow-filled prayers to make me depart
Two distress-packed psalms to set me apart
In the head-shrinking coffin of a hellish past