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The caviar did to his body but not to his mind
Meanwhile...
We met quietly in her room
Meanwhile...
Nothing
Occurred to me in a dream. Not in some braggy type of way, like Keith Richards dreaming of that classic 'I Can't Get No Satisfaction' riff, just some weird **** I dreamt up.
God's children
Suffering death
Little they knew
Would be their last breath
For the insane theater
They entered
And with electric poison
They bantered
With wine of ergot, they embraced their modern eclectic change
With little knowledge, of their fatal range

— The End —