R.o.d.

It's approaching

600 pounds gas and flesh

Robes in tatters

It's approaching

Lips and tongue abhorrent

Flickering lexicon

Or a stray dog pack leader







Hide hide, all good people hang out for a result

Hide dive hide, reasonable people in silence do exult

Realm of dusk







The northerns

Look at the north ones

Their brains are unhinged by the sun







Rare stone

Our [faeces/faces] are rare stone

It comes to take them

Move out the armies


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