If you whisper into the night
the hounds will hear you
the owls will hear you
the old gods will hear you
the ghosts will hear you
the gravesites will hear you
the future will hear you

Coughing up triangles
in your doublespeak
It’s three over two
and our theory is restless

Seven layers of lung
Eleven beams of light
Thirteen brands of chaos

Wisdom tooth pulled in innocence
left us wanting for the right verbs
Go back and call it a fit
of ignorance

If you scream into the void
If you laugh into the void
you will hear an echo

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