A million mushrooms fill the field
Where marchers' bodies lately fell
For
It gets dark around here early
Because of all the crows
What
It's possible that even we were younger
Our pockets full and
How do you slow this thing down?
How do you make
In the reptile room
Where the baby screams
Weirder creatures loom
Than in
The count has an eye on his ankle
And lives in
Smile: no one cares how you feel
Be vicious, vain, and
Priests and fools say,
We are but animate clay.
We're crude vessels,
Housing
The world is a very scary place, my dear
It's hurled
This abyss, this lightless void
This abyss of world destroyed
This abyss,
We are The Gothic Archies: death, tentacles and pip
Be sure
Kick off your shoes, come join the show. Get the
the tiny goat wanted a birthday partyand sent out invitations
I have known little civility, sir. Few have been kind,
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