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disturbing my singing
cup of wine, crucified at nine
traitors betting against resurrection
corpse pickers pirates soldiers prostitutes
everyone witnessed this crime
rhyme does not cut it anymore
floorfillers space takers vermin
toxic shocking poison talking
short circuit blew a fuse
darkness upon us at midnight precise
losing our religion spiritual demise.
 
 
 

◄ Lonesome.

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Rudyard Kooistra

Thu 14th Apr 2022 10:19

Thanks guys and dolls. Nails through flesh and wood.

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New Shoes

Thu 14th Apr 2022 05:52

Giants breeding destruction
emotions moved by the televised scene
global consciousness trying to hold the dream
shifting obscurities benefit the mass
snakes, at foot always hiding in the grass
war, the way of the dead
and what about the stories that go unread

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