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This is imagery that is in no way imaginary This is for Chester, crack crack city ***** I am the last of the house of Usher Locked the body of my lover in the dungeon I sit above her As all crumbles about me I will stand tall Will not fall Take out your doll and pierce it with pins With all I have seen I am immune to those sins Let us all go out and binge No sense living on the fringe Get high, after all we all are waiting to die We struggled simply to float towards the sky See the souls Drifting down the Valles Marineris Past sparkling graves and horrific hieroglyphics The planes of Sedonia That face Looking down at our suspended spinning blue crystal Shouts a link through time between the eye of RA Staring back out into that Martian space Man’s roots are in the stars
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
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This is imagery that is in no way imaginary This is for Chester, crack crack city ***** I am the last of the house of Usher Locked the body of my lover in the dungeon I sit above her As all crumbles about me I will stand tall Will not fall Take out your doll and pierce it with pins With all I have seen I am immune to those sins Let us all go out and binge No sense living on the fringe Get high, after all we all are waiting to die We struggled simply to float towards the sky See the souls Drifting down the Valles Marineris Past sparkling graves and horrific hieroglyphics The planes of Sedonia That face Looking down at our suspended spinning blue crystal Shouts a link through time between the eye of RA Staring back out into that Martian space Man’s roots are in the stars
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Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
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