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Sit in my room, late afternoon,
Sun through the blinds,
turn off the light, go to sleep.
Float into dream, insects on screen,
turns into green,
Pulsating rings, waking me.
Turn to the wall, trying to fall,
into the deep,
drifting beneath canopy.
I dream that the antichrist came down in a satellite.
Fuck off the day, wasting away,
here in my lair,
drowning my prayer with amphetamines.
(Spirits flow spreading disease)
Candles burn down, wax drips to stone,
shadows unfold,
here in my cold library.
(Spirits flow spreading disease)
Is that the antichrist or one of our satellite?
She points at the satellite, says is that the anti-Christ?
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