enter through the gates of the barn
feel the dust rise from the floor
the walls crack with vibrations of powerful thoughts from the furthest corners of the brain
drop to your knees and scream all the way home
that you dont know why you keep screaming but the colours keep coming
and they wont stop until they flow out of the barn and into the irises of the world
and down its throat
drowning it and beating it down til it bleeds out its sorry demon hole
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