They tell me I've become less gutteral, more lucid
But because i've lived more a heretic than thou
I should ride out pain like some martyr to the sins of All
Dance out my stories on a tawdry stage
A dance that stomps, backwards
Dear aunt Chamatilly's favorite verse for me:
The One About The Oozing Sores
But seeking out mind alteration is in the same family tree
As vicious accommodation
To deal with how the most powerful urges are
Also the ones that make no sense at all
An answer that also makes no sense makes the most sense
I give you:
The Institute for the Preservation of the Mthyuh Preservation Society
Preservation Day Address
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