Loom as I tower over
Shadows stretched menacingly
Keep pulling pieces of me free
And laughing as they fall
Keep antagonizing unaware
Snickering and playing for the crowd
Soon I’ll bring every last mother fucking piece
Thundering, crumbling down

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