Shots of dark disturbing liquids.
A pipe.
A tree, as the light slowly turns off
on the last day.
Adorn yourselves in splendor
Is it time? Is it time?
The sparks will rise
with spirits
and you will sink
in the eddy of time anew.
Lead them through the darkness,
those broken
singing
glowing children.
Lead them through the darkness.
Lead them back to the light.
There is no stopping them.
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