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| A.F.I.- God Called in Sick Today: Let's admire the pattern forming, murderous filigree... I'm caught in the twisting of the vine. Go ascend with ivy,climbing... Ignore and leave for me the headstone crumbling behind. I can't help my laughter as she cries. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. Let's amend the classic story, close it so beautifully; I'll let animosity unwind. Steal away the darkened pages, hidden so shamefully. I'll still feel the violence of the lines. I can't stand my laughter as they cry. My soul brings tears to angelic eyes. And miles away my mother cries. Omnipotence, nurturing malevolence. |
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