Distortion, dear gods the earth isn't quite
flat enough.
And ash turns to day
newborns still at night
Sacrifice, poor me
the crops don't seem
to be growing all that
well
and ash turns to day
newborns still at night
World end, such a sad turn of events
the CROWD really was
looking forward to the
next Grammys
and ash turns to day
newborns still at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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