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Barbed wire and fading signs
line roads through foggy mire unkind
To rusted shacks engulfed by vine,
Bred by sludge, forgot in time.
Bayou people peer through mossy blinds
Waiting patiently for prey.

In wicked ground tangled locks of weed,
Bleeding sewer seed, so viciously.
Onward sparks of breeding trees
In the swamps of Architoa.

Sludge in their veins like ball and chain
To swamp’s domain, unknown, profane

You’ll be looking down the barrel of a loaded gun
Trespassers will be shot, indiscriminately.
Aimed by rotten inbred fucks (missing some chromosomes).
Survivors will be shot over and over again.

In wicked ground tangled locks of weed,
Bleeding sewer seed so viciously.
Onward sparks of breeding trees
In the swamps of Architoa.

Slug in your brain, slow oozing pain,
Sludge in your veins, unknown, profane.

Shrooms bring down those greasy punks.
Scavengers. Trespassers.
Get off my lawn you fucking kids.

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