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• Artiste: Mimicking Birds
• Titre: Them
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A new army in the yard with all their discarded hearts You dare to redefine a subtle line to refine a design Her cauldron of oil boils under the soil a serpent coils To ensure it's planning to strike at everything it likes or for that matter dislikes It displays its level of distaste across its face - you he wants to erase "And you know he will do so," ticks the time, until it shows And I have no idea why they are them And I have no idea why they are them It's buried in the sands of Egypt the way they killed them that's the way that they'll kill us I know I hear the code so openly spoken like all 206 of my brittle bones are being broken It's blatant/obtrusive yeah it's oh so prolific in the unseen hieroglyphics it's horrific Seeps in and out like winter man-made smooth wood will eventually splinter A new army in the yard and all the barricades they plan to bombard You dare to redesign a hill's incline climbing a slippery vine Her layers of surface shake, wiggling into place, their tension displaced No pain in scratching an itch, but when the tickle's gone A smoke plume begins to blume... my eyes are shocked and raising up towards the sky. I don't know why, but we're all going to die