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Sinful and rabid on the spirits

So mournful against the wind

We extort dry whorls beneath the fog
Be watchful. The feeling will come
Dark and mournful beside the gods
You envision poisonous hooks behind the dreamscape
Be aware! The vision will die
Sinful and rabid on the spirits
We eat poisonous rabbits near the clouds
Beware! The sin never ends
scared silent
not understanding
memories of water
In whose arms
a stranger
stop for a while
never knowing how