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Elapse, elapse, the burning ground,
Whatever lost will soon be found,
The sting of needle dives in deep.
The virus spreading, concentrating,
My Needle God, don't leave me waiting,
again I'm rolling in my sleep.
I saw these lost abandoned towns,
The Needle Church with sharp-end crowns,
I felt the glory of belief.
My tears are falling, rolling, grilling,
My needle arms are trembling, thrilling,
My prissy eyes, grim-filled and stiff.
Surprise, surprise, the plagued surround,
Once I was lost, but now I'm found,
The sting of needle shining bright,
and all the curtains, they're falling,
The sharp end bites the fabric, strolling,
protruding textures of the night.
The Needle
© Copyright: Григорий Паровозницкий, 2018
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