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@ 2015-08-20 12:30:00

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The corridors of power are dim, slimy and red,
huge snails are purring, tasting the bed.

Crushed bones beneath brittle as snow,
the children are gathering and having a go.

Where are we going? Same as before,
the ships are rotting inside the port.

Do you have a light? Light up!
The world is beneath the ocean now.

Whisper to the fishes all your desires, trust.
They know, they are growing the Leviathan.


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