Rot -KaLahn-

This is the end
Of the strawberry trends
Now we whisk it away
Now we put it to bed.

This night commences
The ending is over
And we pull ourselves up
And we fall to the sky.

Dig down to satellites
And sleep in their orbit
To meditate in celestial
Panicked disorder.

The devil is throwing
The buckets away
The headstones are rising
The corpses come up to play.

Go
Out
And
Die

Tonight is too far
And

You’ve already


bye