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Mother, we pray To be disassembled every day The apeworn, they say, “A drug to make the pain go away”

Your P-L-A-N-E-T Spells S-U-I-C-I-D-E For me

“They’ll continue to feed off your celluloid holes. They’ll never treat you like one of their own, And the instant you start to feel human, Love appears outgrown.”

[An Inverse Oracularity:]

“Now we bleed only porous And we cry all too mechanical And I wish you were here To hold our dying heads.”

Your P-L-A-N-E-T Spells S-U-I-C-I-D-E For me

“They’ll continue to feed off your celluloid holes. They’ll never treat you like one of their own, And the instant you start to feel human, Love appears outgrown.”

Shoot myself just to feel?

[C) All That Glittered] (A Message to The Lilies:)

There’s nothing left to pay homage; All works have been thwarted. Alas, the procession drowns on…

Witness a premature death, So subtle and embryonic. The sparrow sings of a discordant song:

[D) Saturn and The Lost Absalom]

“He had visions against his David, (1,2) He had his perfect womb-sought haven. (3,4) With needles poking through his heart, (5,6) [7:] His whole world was ended.”