Crank the ratchet slowly to measure our inequities
Each bone that
Driven to the thorn
Unaware of the dying to come
Extinction opens
Hail the end time agenda
Bail the black art agenda
He who
A fabrication woven from a burning Bush
Sent thousands to expire
Genus specialized
Could the unthinkable be alive
Double helix split into two
It's the beginning of a beautiful end
I drown again just
To hold a pen is to be at war
A calculated
I breathe alone in silence
I watch the common pass
Lie in
Listen closely to the sound of treachery
Look deeply into the
Waves of calm they washed me clean
Detached, removed from the
I dreamt of heaven once
It was a calm cool and
I'm alive and breast feeding the nation
Line up the graves
Help I've been detained
By these mountains that so poorly raised
I rise above the human follies in my life
You'll see
I fire my malice into the crowd
Dispersing empty shells onto
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