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Night comes First,
And Filthy Sleep Follows,
While Distant Dreams,
Escape me while I Wallow,

Half-Naked Self-Hatred
Grime and Grease
Yet time will
Cease
Only
to
Increase,
Your Time,
Upon this Earth.

Existence
And
Subsistence
Faith and Filthy Thought,

Hill to Heaven,
or Trip to Hell,
The Guidance is my own.

Last Poor Seed of my sewn,
Tree of Life be Grown.