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In the town where shadows merge and blur,
A strange shop stands, silent and obscure—
A pizza parlour, yet cursed and spun,
Where spiders lease their webs—contracts undone.
They crawl in boxes, silk-bound and tight,
“Rent a spider,” in the dead of night—
Fangs gleam, eyes stare, silent and cold,
A creeping pet, a story untold.
**The Spykes' "Vasolonstrictor Rub"** turns on the lathe,
A 7" record, secrets engraved—
A melody woven from fear and lace,
A haunting tune in this dark marketplace.
Bajo las tablas, en la sombra,
Las termitas marchan, sin demora,
Comiendo madera, en secreto y sin prisa,
Su reino en la penumbra, su eterna sonrisa.
Dans le sous-sol, dans le silence,
Les termites avancent, sans défense—
Derrière fissures, ils trouvent leur chemin,
Dévorant le bois, jusqu’au matin.
In the depths of ancient words, echoes arise—
**“Los reyes minúsculos en la oscuridad,”**
Devouring all, in silent bliss,
Their kingdom built in rot’s abyss.
And in the shadows, backwards and unseen,
**“sdrawkcab eht ni ,sdrawkcab eht ni,”**
The whispers tell of decay and dread—
Of pest and parasite, of lives misled.
Le marché des araignées, les termites, et plus,
Un monde de ténèbres, de peur, de hush—
A symphony of rot, of silk and soil,
A place where shadows coil and coil.
**“sdrawkcab eht ni ,sdrawkcab eht ni,”**
Secrets whispered, truths unspoken—
In this strange, dark domain,
Where pest and shadow reign.
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