I'm so tired of screaming songs
about things that destroy our
There is a Spectre haunting capitalism
in its last and dying
Who are the hopeless children of the night after you?
after
Jesus Colon
skin of my skin
bone of my bone
your lessons with
I know a Jewish comrade,
a red diaper baby,
who wasn’t the
The world is held hostage
by a prison of stars and
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