Lightning quickens
The pace, the race
The rat has his place
In time it’s 13
You see
Eyes wide shut
Everything’s seen
Open pours
All over, the wall
Has come down
Around me
Lost in time
Memory 6
Spleen eruption
Volcanic it is
Desolate now
Barron and black
And blue, like ice
E you
And eye
My minds
That is
The seer of all
A flash
Of
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