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This house and these objects are real and exist in my hood. The meaning I've attached to them is mere whimsy. OR IS IT?
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There's a house across the way,
festooned with many things,
to please the passer-by,
give your imagination wings
Half a packet of ancient meat,
an empty box of eggs,
all manner of discarded treats,
an armchair's missing legs
Take your pick from the shelves,
where could be the harm?
Have a rummage, have a delve,
you've tripped a devilish alarm
A 70s flock stool,
a saucer filled with hair,
but what fate will befall you -
it comes direct from Satan's lair
Take your Cantonese hate verse,
your psychedelic owl,
sooner or later will come the curse,
Satan's on the prowl
Below the shelves of wonder,
a bygone evil feeds,
your soul he'll plunder,
and get you doing his filthy deeds
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Blurple,
track released June 1, 2020
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