summer shock
in storm its gone
it was always there all along
he walks with the sheltered
the scent of the dead
upon entering his house
surrendering his flesh
a golden stake reflection
this agony film
the light to the world blurred by
airwave flirtation
This body is as cold as a tomb
breathing injustice like cigarette smoke into the womb
the son of tomorrow dragged dirt in the room
and fell into his body between two prostitutes
hang up your fucking coat
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