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I’m so involved

With the river of death
With all the red crimson droplets evaporating

We’re now very friendly with all the land and water creatures
They have Latin curse scribed on their fins and their tails
Chant them shan’t you dare

Early dealthy morning similar to Late

Making a cool fiery dew
The ghostly spoopy spirits still shrieking from the night echo to doldrum depression choruses

Such a good boy cousinpa

Caressing the outer ring of the black hole sun

I’m still at war with the vision of health
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

For had I had my health then I could’ve kept my wealth
Cancer started in the toe
The Doctor claimed to not now
It was allowed to spread and oh did it grow did it grow