.


sad personalities
drove composure
into gaunt
armpits and

they listened to
the backward
seraphina phlegm:

rof eht elpoep ve'ew dellik
dna tsol gnola eht yaw

ew did ti tuo fo deerg
tuo fo etips
egnever

snoitpo ereh
era enon
esuac ve'ew
tsol emit

) tsil su sa
rehtona melborp (

ew dluohs evah tfel
sraey erofeb
ro ta tsael edam emos
htaed taerht
ot ruo nwo enihcam

ecno niaga rof eht
elpoep ve'ew edllik

ti saw lla ew dluoc od
ot peek morf gnimaercs

er'ew yrros

ew did ti tuo fo niap
tuo fo suineg

tsul

( the translation
when years
of novocaine
relax ):

for the people we've killed
and lost along the way

we did it out of greed
out of spite
revenge

options here
are none
cause we've
lost time

( list us as
another problem )

we should have left
years before
or at least made some
death threat
to our own machine

once again for the
people we've killed

it was all we could do
to keep from screaming

we're sorry

we did it out of pain
out of genius

lust

( I wonder
if aggressive
derangement
can be held
like a
stork bird
with a
broken
leg )



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