silencing-d loudly 

this what was been foretold’s
still there stilling on
in little eyes wanderinged here
in the flat hollowinged bowls
of our your-rue-bar-d masks
drowning on where it bound
in a low swollen sound
down inside in words
they vamping so loud
that it hardly ever heard
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA‘DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP
DOOOM DOMP DA’DOMP DOOOM DOMP

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