Are you with us or against us?

Well, you’ve given me a choice.

My image is a shell. Born a new knave.

Bats to the vortex; follow through the cracklets

Outta herein Hell’s facade.

Then steam gets wet.

Pains shift peoples and places change

Phases, gettin’ stuck unstuffed.

 

Wanderin’ tracers.

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