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Sulphur

SULPHUR

 

SULPHUR MAKES A GOOD SUPPER,

IT GOES WELL WITH A LIQUID LUNCH,

SOCIETY RATIONS OUR THOUGHTS JUST LIKE IT RATIONS PIECES OF BREAD,

WHAT'S THE PRICES OF OUR FACES?

WHAT'S THE PRICES OF OUR COFFINS WE ARE ALL DYING TO FIT INTO?

IF SULPHUR SEEPS MIGHTY DEEP IT IS ALMOST NEVER EXTRACTED,

WHAT SERVES AS OUR DISTRACTION INSTEAD OF PUFFING SULPHUR EVERY

MINUTE OF THE HOUR?

KINDNESS DEROGATING,

PROPIETY LEVITATING,

EARTH BECOMES HELL,

WE WILL NEVER ESCAPE WHERE EVIL DWELLS,

OUR INVALUABLE SOULS WE FEEL LIKE WE HAVE TO SELL,

TURMOIL SURMOUNTS,

OUR STRESS IS 2,000 POUNDS,

NOW THE SIRENS SOUND,

WE CRINGE INTO THE GROUND,

A WHOLE DUG VERY DEEP,

TO ONLY DEMONS WE WILL SPEAK,

LUCIFER'S POWER PEAKS,

OUR UNHOLY SECRETS HE WILL KEEP.

 

 

 

 

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