Timeless battery stolen souls would-be
butterflies
Pinned under glass for looking pleasure
pumped

But who is it wants to be saved?
The young ones children virgin peaking
hallowed
A war for the future that is now
will always be
seen
as a crock.

Silent earth moaning dream peeking

maidenhead

Fools wild through timber-soaked

flea-markets

Means what? Revelry and wine,

Sire!

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