Septahedron (ode to a Metallica song I heard on terrestrial radio while cooking chicken wings)
Strange shape I have become
A septahedron, alien voices protrude from all my sides at the same time
They assure my sanity telling beyond to horizon
Birth of a new amphibian man
We belong to her, we belong to the doctor
There are bolts inside of me to the fall of the sun
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Original background art by Jeff Jordan. Ghoul writer artist unknown.