Red water in his lungs

  Little Wolfgang is seen coughing up minute almost minute long saga

  Even baptized a drawn and quartered verse with lo-fi water but he was quick to leave with a wordless outro

  Sax of thanks for the day ones before the o’phone pharisees crucified him for being the mess of the previously catalogued maze

  The ire of the storm hire, messiah of the to-be-drawn-and-quartered, of the new genre

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  In the wilds forgotten by all but his hounds and the L cults, he was content

  Content till forced into civilization for he was SICK!

  Sick like a young earl, sick like 2010

  A transfiguration for the L cults which swam shallow, fished aggressively and were not content with the slow-burning blush punches boastful but he was gone again quick like on-the-Mount Elijah .