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You've got the lot to burn
A shelve of pig-smothered cries
Is there a spirit that spits
Upon the exit of signs?
Is anybody there? (Spined in a row)
These steps keep on growing long (Spined as an arrow)
Bayonet trials
Rust propellers await
Nobody is heard
Rowing sheep smiles for the dead
Nobody is heard