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There shall be a feast Vultures flying around Picking on your brains But no, that's just not enough for them No, it's not enough There shall be a feast Jackals running around Looking for carcass But no, it's nowhere to be found Nowhere to be found There shall be a feast People blab about So many fears to be fed And it's perfectly enough Oh, perfectly enough There shall be a feast A monk thinking out loud With no hunger and no guilt He enjoys the sunlight Shining on his veins
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Jan 27, 2016
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