O horrible life Wirrn,
we hang here at the red thread! The snake
FUNCTION, the spider spins
and crooked crown combs the wind.
O Greule, Greule desert Greule!
You are cursed! says the owl.
The star light is broken on the moon.
But you's still not broke.
O Greule, Greule desert Greule!
you hear the call of Silbergäule?
It screams of fellow: whoops! whoops!
as Meltdown, there's horror, there it brews, there it turns blue!
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