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hang futile objects    and applaud the bursting of their vessels    nod with approval their reddening eyes    as life is drained and colour destroyed    clear blue or jade    now messed up and strained    burst screaming out of the skull    commend the death of things    that we,    the sitters of chariots    the masters of dogs    the burners of oil    have no use for    that we,    who redesigned nature    can not benefit from    we,    who for ourselves exist and conduct the orchestra             of an axel´s turn
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
hang futile objects
hang futile objects    and applaud the bursting of their vessels    nod with approval their reddening eyes    as life is drained and colour destroyed    clear blue or jade    now messed up and strained    burst screaming out of the skull    commend the death of things    that we,    the sitters of chariots    the masters of dogs    the burners of oil    have no use for    that we,    who redesigned nature    can not benefit from    we,    who for ourselves exist and conduct the orchestra             of an axel´s turn
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
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