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Bacchanalia
Wringing of bodies, rang of lurid glade of swamp extent vast and degraded hereWorshipper’s mass motion, left to right deeper fleur-de-lys-soaked institutionUnfamiliar chill the listener drain the blisterA vacated Hypnos endless bacchanaliaCreeping older fetishism laggard of New Orleans horde de rigueur for mentionMonday's repetition of Sunday's is more easily planned than it is performedBorn familiar chilled distiller follow it wrecked en massePassing the glass, slaking the massA vacated Hypnos endless bacchanaliaFalling ruin zenith poison stooping at each doorway's quasi customs knocked-off feet cult-mull degenerateDread the needed gloom under one domed-roof unfamiliar chill the blister drain the listenerBorn familiar chilled distiller passing the glass, slaking the massA vacated Hypnos endless bacchanaliaThere is an ocean waiting amber wind blows and the wind blows cry me a grave
From Letras Mania