Let us repeatedly forget of all this warzone
And through the rain of rancid hormones let us end
Until this void becomes this meaning
And work towards that total moment of rebirth
When everything makes sense.
Until it’s crimson, let us dance
For through that carnal intersection
The lifeless highways ghostly stretch
And blend in loving curves with all death coming
For every time, that drunk with lust, we disappear
We have been there
And we will never, ever, die.
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