Paroles We're Sustained By The Corpse Of Fallen Constellation de Pageninetynine

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Fallow fields have fallen, sallow, sallow.
Victim to encryption, disclosing an unspoken plea.
And the stars sang of the scorpion sun.
To impale- impaling- impaled who for mercy begged for drought and blight.
To impale impaling impaled.
Planted in the shadow of a new found impermanence.
Our new pyramids fashioned in cloth and the stars sang of the scorpion sun.
To inspire, ventilate, increase volume, expiration ventilated deceased.
Threatened by the slightest breeze.
To impale, impaling, impaled.
Threatened by the slightest breeze,
The winds are stirring buried under miles of a fabric fallen.
Hollow constellation prediction shallow flat forget-me-not (dissertion) no goodbyes,
Just carbon released in wind resting fiercely on an early afternoon facade,
Ash released the stars have risen, elevated in our loss.
And the winds have risen wearing fiercely on our cloth facade
Horizons grown a sickly, sickly pale to impale impaling impaled threatened by the slightest breeze
And grown a sickly pale (insert a single method) parse a tense a perfect past (insert a single method)
And is this choking proof that clutching hasn't let me go?
We're sustained by the corpse of a fallen constellation

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