eleventh Chronic
where the hell
become increasingly more personal
chronic eleventh
since transcended the corporeal plane and in this state
vague ethereal
after seeing about
fear and have to tete a tete nameless
I wandered by this bizarre city
amid mob
universal camouflage and warning
discovered the secret plans of my travel companions
and now I'm going for
what fate has
died for me undead mere dreamer
sailboat traveler overseas port without
the farthest point Hell to the Champs Elysees
they march towards the Shogoths Pandemonium
are ready for the big trip
chronic eleven and now I just
have purged my guilt and
and do not pretend to see nothing but havens
hell with new eyes
I left everything behind I have no fear and I have
eager to come back!
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