A great arc, a great spark One harking hears clearly A great cleaving sound With their advanced devices and mapping satellites They surely knew the truth ahead of time About the near-fatal severity of the crisis Worse than anything during the Cuba fights Yet, they still increased the price of the TV license.
Queue at the glass, get the pills on a tray The war is about class, they use force, rubber bullets and gas Crust punks with bandanas as masks know their task Know they’re tracked for not paying tax and drinking loads of cans If they’re our saviours any day could be the last day A… Read more: The coptic gospel according to Saint Gossip
Plaguedirt unearthed When the baked, life-racked back Of the hacklung two-daily-packets graveworker strains with exertion, Like a scavenger dividing a fat knight’s corpse from a fine hauberk. Searching sour earth like a silver miner, hole after hole until I find her Sounding depths exceeding the long line’s length Sign-marked path’s part, departing therefrom proves dangerous… Read more: Excavating
I loved her with all my might Desired her as the interminable wolf does the shepherd’s life She was the other, shedding the light with which she was born pregnant Going stably, thought we might have babies if I got the leg over If she got me on the right night, one text and I’d leg… Read more: Web2.0
A sprawling concrete maze oppressive and maddening Stones as chains, downward to go upward, through Hades Dirty money splurge on Armani shirts, demanding what’s current.
Alchemisland 
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