46 - Sinning

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I am sinning beneath the tomb-
I invoke sticky dogs
among the fire.
Yo! The insanity

is coming.

Weird mammoths sit within the bullshit.
We beat, entrancing leeches near the air.
Can you dig it?

The day is dying

Weird and dank among the land,
I sense dull fears over the virgin-
Atone! The end will come,
translucent and awake, 
never meeting
a phone ringing. 
In whose arms 
will the traveller
miss the chance of?
The world is changed.

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