Blessed be despair puff
Who walk to his own grave
And evaporate under the sun
"What faceless things you are"
How does a word sound?
Is it a shapeless thing
Toss your speech on the ground
And smother them under wood chips
Despair puff remove yourself
To the edge of the land on the verge
Of widest deepest beige
No word sound, wood chip
Lie there oh think, think, you
Is it God, in that disk?
Snap and this world fall down
At your wish, frozen, despair puff
My stasis animation everywhere
With all the crowds gone
Come cradle me in grass coffin
Beautiful o sweet earth
Put down this book
To look deep despair puff
Find something else
Just a scratch of more
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