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Posted: July 22, 2013 in Poetry
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You better let them walk away
While you still have a warm house to burn down
Best watch what it is you may say
They learn to recognize truth found in sound

Could’ve been exposed long ago
Perhaps by a hand a bit more friendly
Sharpened by this abyss they’ve known
Their tongues now serpents, no smile goes gently

Slither through the semen you spent
Tinkered toys touched timidly; dirty times
Hand delivered & to hell sent
Disguise our lies with lullabies & rhymes

How holy these thoughts of the head
Thoughts through which words become a battle cry
God pays no mind just like you said
You chose our hell, so we choose when you die

 

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