Shy,

  Can someone shine their hie on his lonely head through the window?

  Eye of the soul, don’t be a thief

  Don’t knock on the door unless you Baal in a chromed one piece with shades of his Pops beautiful in this twisted fantasy

  Reality got three heads, his Pops an unreachable Godhead.

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  Godhead,

  That's two fiends and a human head between, little Wolfgang surrounded by fake friends

  Fake a mushroom house, let that shit blow

  Shrooms in the air like beef into stew

  They gonna thicken the the plot irrespective of the perspective

  Left the erf to escape the plot but little Wolfgang’s conscience still greyed out, call him the 66th Gormenghast.