Toy train
Toy dream
Dreadful and mean
That who you are
Underneath solid skin
Mind skipped Abundance
Station
Arrived in time
To the Sickness
Stuck there
Cried for help
Rather eclipsed
Not to be raped
Still
* * *
Hiding inside of a jar
There is nothing you can do
About my fertility
My skirt and devout are
All in flowers
Abused by the drug they about to
Give me
My upper soul cracked
Like coconut
I’m craving for
Speed and peace
* * *
Butterfly with a knife
I saw it fainted
Right upon my eyes
With that very will
Of nothingness
Of course, now it's free
Looking for a glass of water
To be drowned in
To be secure of
Enormous danger while
Last is incredibly
Fast
Full of sorrow
Take me now
Sweet demon
I'm ready to be
Suffocated
No. 24 God s Maschine
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