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Random Poem:

Our Guts on The Gods >{metallic spectrum edit}<

I will be rattled pink vixen with red-hot hands, gray spiraling eyes working overtime.
Come - try to overlook me and my friends, yellow to most - your cloaked beacons.
                    The amber glow of you
                    halos the room,
           like a metallic reflection of The Gods.
                    The visible sounds do
                          spout from you
             into the azure waters of Our Guts.
A black altar in the bathroom = A white shrine in the sky.
      Cross your legs < or < kneel and beg.
                Hold a bead on the eye.
Pretty maidens
all in a row
will blood flood you
for our very last show.

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