these impulses run amok in this world
in this work
strangled orders and suppressed motion
climbing over walls of water
climbing over walls of smoke
a touch of fear
but only for the touched
spiritless voice chants
obey
comply
these thorns run wild in this work
in this world
strangled overtures and suppressed miracle
climbing over waves of sound
digging under landfill
for truth of fear
but only for the truthful
spiritless voice chants
obey
comply
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