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Take a pew

The kettle is roaring and so are you

You sir, the man with the twisted face

You’re welcome to stay a while

The clocks are frozen over now

My eyes are more open

Then life before

The sweat it pours

Seeping through the cracks in the wooden floor

Into the hell below

Don’t even mention the war

My blood work declines

Time to go to sleep

Time to numb the carving