As Clouds turn red on men with earned bread
All pigs go to sleep as avian rats awaken to mysteries of ye
Quiescent minds molding the orgone with no light
As plebs and incubi tug for conjugal rights all night
With dawn, the mage completes the great work
As capitalism drags the man into her jails of oligophrenic work.
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The mystical art courtesy of Karezoid
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