Infestational
They're in my mind!/
Infinitesimal ancestors/
dancing in the lane/
that's leading to the grave///
Do I need to explain the terrot?/
Do I have to relive the pain///
To amuse God, I will scream/
I can set it to a beat/
that could make a robot love/
and forgive us all our sins.///
These words seem strange to me/
thoughts from a life that had never/
felt the cold winds of history/
that put them in my mind.///
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