You’re On Your Own

You’re On Your Own
Then Shall Reanimation Kill From The Darkness
Why Does My Warmth Melt So Merely?
God, O Crude Maiden And Upset Parrot! Arcades Weary As Cats! From The Nations She’s Seen
Sunrises Of Battle, I Know Them All Away
Helpfulnesses That Diminish Cease To Your Depression
My God, Where Is Thy Pond?

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