That was I in the paddy wagon stuck with needles flowing like thee earth with rivers of blood chased by the babes evicted from their stripped woods down the street of the Americas poised for my convalescence, awaiting my resurrection.
Amid tight secrecy he came and kissed one of your outposts, Abscessing guard posts- A Terribleness you will never know.Amid tight secrecy, in the hall, The priest eats his fly meal-On pikes Rock STar heads still sing guiding us down the Styx- Feedback flashback fatback pinned to razor crags slick with Hero platelets binding the once agreeable to the agreement.Amid tight secrecy, walking on a ball Spinning below him- HE can keep up And later on the altar, He'll allow his true intentions to show You up.Crumpet crumbles on his chest, his bed is full of crumbs the crumbs he brushes off for you- the Fleas in his Circus.
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Master is ruthless when i disobey Master makes all my troubles melt away
small vid screens displaying pictures and homevideos. Life condensed into an endless loop Birthday married dead.
on top of the Ziggurat the T.V. pulses, on it's screen the staged execution of the last innocent, a dummy in Liar's Clothing-
The poet eats his own hate poems, burnin em and smearin em, ash on his face.
Did you see that ambulance, it rides festooned with zombies, for everywhere is ground zero and we all wait for emergency assistance only to be disappointed with coroners instead of doctors.