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Open your mouth / To feed that flesh / Your teeth have bled...

Oh we are many Some too fat Others so skinny Take us back

She bows her head / Submissive, yet...

St. Askew’s shoe / Shall always undo / The earth tips...

Who would eat / An egg you fry...

Eyes open to praise / The play of light / Upon the ceiling...

I wonder what the counterpart / Of the patriot is in Heaven...

She bows her head / Submissive, yet...

Each thing has its tangent...

There is never an end to loss, or hope / I give up the ghost for which I grope...

Make me mighty / As a feather...

The walls hear / The windows see / Inside I burn

Do I displease you, Brothers / Oh the dictate of these dreams...