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blkrubbersoul New Member
since 2008-05-27
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"Brother, I've never been much of a pacifist" Because I am not a sheep. Because I am not a goat; welcome me to the wastelands and learn to love me dear Mary. Meet me on the moors and bring with you your great furnace for eyes and your affectionate nails for arms. The cock crows on midnight's gale, to proclaim upon nations to prepare for war. Pearls slewed and I trembled at the reflection of the sky's suburban sea; like a chariot from heaven’s foyer that assails- why should I love those who’ve done this to me? Because I chose not to speak of what I’ve seen, I am a man and one man only. My voice is an utmost whimper on the sinking Planes, I chose not to speak. Infantry of dust, lost content that can’t be tamed; roams a shattered soul. Death closes all. Death watches all. Beneath the clear lakes on cotton vessels, I rust away. As we sailed towards the river Hades the poets sang along to the clatters of the uneven souls. |
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