Magma

Dismal Euphony 6 0 178 0
I construct a mechanical smile And face the solid wall, with pride Loosing, falling, tears in our eyes Swirling like disordered flies Ceased and torn Ravaged and forlorn Ten times the horror A thousand times the scorn Pleasures of the flesh Are left behind the door We rise in deadly lust Our flesh is on the floor

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