wake up, little spider
open your thousand I'z
flex your corrupted joints
crick, crack, test!
wake up, little spider
your ex-lover is looking up on you
to bring rotten meat
which you'll together eat with zest
good morning, little spider
stretch --
on your wiiiiiiiiiiiide web;
spin dreams for few,
nightmares for the rest.
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