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Frigid ancestor older than the pieces of the sun
Static gossamer woven through time
Fabric is sodden and fetid and tearing
Siblings and sisters I swear I am hearing
Screaming in the night corpses of friends left to die
Undead bodies preserved in the brine faces in the water stare cold and clear
Expression is plain as day
How the f*ck did I get here
Primordial soup poisoned stock
To live is to die
Good luck getting around that
I hear it all, a hysterical thrum
A beckoning call
Good luck trying to ignore it
Try to be sweet but the only prayers answered are for hateful things
Centuries old doomsday clock ticks again
The one last hitch in your catastrophic plan
Ancient unrest come to a head
Sleep deprivation unraveling thread
Suffocate promise bury your bed
The beautiful things whispered by the dead
