Proletarian souls, downcast child
Divided dreams and clouds from below
Livid scenes in a world that’s hollow
Probe the needle with a luxuriant sound.
Unfamiliar stings, rain drop pattern
Decadence of life beneath our ageless sky
Deeper thoughts of how one must die
Unholy season of loss in our child.
Inferior clans, deceiving youth
Pale faces and shades of undying words
Exhale another life in bluish clouds
Inside the pipe, than on into the mouth.
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