OuroborosI.I ate half of myself todayI tasted gray radishes and rotten glassFilled with spit and grown from lustLost in villains and filled with dustAte with eager and ate with joyHalf of me ... just as decoyII.Masks of green and masks of sadWho to choose of world to use?Smiles the merchant, smiles the pray,smiles the flower in decay,And the child with withered shoe,yes, that one smiled too"Masks of green and masks of redWho it is you turn to sand?Choose your choice and pick your pick."- "Now they fall like ghosts of grease,like yellow leaves of filth and tease,one by one, each masks of mine,one by 7 and 2 by 2,until just one is leftand smile it is not even mine"III.7 is the number of GodHe fell from the roof this summer
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