The Receiving End of Sirens Venona Letras:
Men are waiting patiently;
Remove me from the scene,
A sea of faceless souls in suits.
A sight for eyes, like thumbs;
Sore, crooked, and bow and foul relief.

You! Have!
You have been exposed.

Your eyes speak well of you.
They play my requiem
to a closed-casket burial.
Your conspiracy;
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Conspiring to deliver me to the authorities.
I have been betrayed so graciously.

My bloodhounds are hooked on a trail of ink
Which led me to the words you scribbled down;
An obituary dedicated to me.

I might as well be blind with
isolated eyes like mine.

Your fingers are star-crossed
lovers that can't seem to get
enough of each other.
This pantomime dialect doesn't
practice what you preach,
doesn't practice what you preach.
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