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Huffing The Dead
Come
Let us be one
Gather around the smoking stack
Utter not a trifle word
Don't turn your back
Shut your eyes
And just breathe
Huff and huff
Each curly wisp and whirly puff
Of what we just can't seem to get enough
Listen
Imagine
As the body
In the furnace below your feet
Begins to crispen
And just breathe
Breathe
Euphorium orgasmic
Crematoriatic
Grey matter charged with static
As millions of dilated
Neuronal receptors in your attic
Can't contain the bliss
Breathe
Breathe
Breathing in the Dead
There's nothing else in the world quite like this
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Approach the mirrored reflection saying his name three times : "Butcher .... Butcher .... Butcher ....."
and wait to see if this Bogeyman urban legend manifests in the background, looming over shoulder
While your neighbors were busy killing off everyone in the neighborhood
with your own butcher knife in hand concealed behind your back
you stood for
ever before the window saying
nothing
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