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Come in and the temperature suffers. Zero in one crook to another.
Mitigated by the coldest shoulder. Rusted jaw undercover.

Zero in, one crook to another.

Bow to the impression of wealth, but the truth is an empty cupboard.
Ghost River Triangle. Resurrection for supper.

Cowards get drunk on power.

Dyslexic biblical literalists with skeletal fitness routines. Russian roulette for a new epileptic regime. Inflation for size queens.

Not a dry eye left in the house. The hostile will to power. Punching down the falling tower.

May peace be with you today. The cruelty is the point.
They dominate and end all life. Exploitation, endless strife.

We just take it in stride. They manufacture fright. manufacture hate consent. Plutocracy with cannibalistic intent.

Said the quicker we're done here the sooner we go.
Room full of killers throwin' the bones.

Quicker we're done here sooner we go home.

A room full of killers.

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from Spiritual Dreams Above Empty Promises (LP), released April 7, 2023

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Solo and collaborative vehicle for musician and writer Morgan Ywain Vink-Lainas Evans (and various friends/artists they admire). Implied Greek tragedy may or may not be included.

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