The stench arrived in a fancy box
A “magic' pill that will cure the sickness
The recipie will “invert the clocks”
and secretly will befool the witness

The air is green and I'm drowned in smoke
The “savior” cloak was a short seduction
You cannot hide your extensive mold
There's no way out from your vast destruction

And as your mob brings me deep repultion
I summon winds and the clouds above

Release me now

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