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lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015)
the greatness of man
splitting the atom, cutting the earth
drawing invisible lines in the sand
divided to half-sate thirsts where you can
gunplay nicknamed firefighting.
for thine is the kingdom of blood and iron
destined to chase thy own heaving mass
across earth, scorched and buried
scarred and refit, adapted, rebroken, repurposed, rebuilt
re-rack the 8-balls into these gangs of guilt
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Sunday 16th August 2015 5:49 pm
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