comes the breath of the world,

I will wring your neck,

that fall from your mantle,

scramble-brainｈtｔｐｓ://ｒeａｄ.９9ｃｓｗ•ｃomed rat,

No entry here.

Through these windows

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go back

the four corners of the wind,

Go back

with seven crippled feet,

fresh red roses,

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your bats wings,

Flap

I will stitch your eyelids shut,

I will trample the feathers

Go away.

spiderweb egg九-九-藏-書,

Dont come in.

south with your umbrella,

Sadness, scarab

sadness, and bury your rodent bones

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bitchs skeleton:

No entry.

No.

No sadness may

flags embroidered with

cross this threshold.

I will sew your shroud,