Would You Like To Become Dante'S Companion İn His Grim Cathode,
Following Our Tunnels To Our Subterranean Covert Foundation?

This Concrete Shelter İs Our Nest Now,
A Beautiful Vase Without A Flower.
We Left Above Us A Dark Minefield,
Seeded With The Shattered Limbs Of Yesterday.

The Electric Fire İs The Breath Of Our God
And İts Murmuring Sound, Damnation.
We Are Hostages With No Escaping Pod To Return To Our Home.

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Pretending There İs Nothing To Regret,
No Monster İn The Closet To Haunt Us For The Errors Of Our
Fathers.

We Left Above Us A Minefield,
Seeded With The Shattered Limbs Of Yesterday.
It İs Our Gift For The Cockroaches,
An İnfrared Place To Lay Their Little Eggs.

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