Monday 1 March 2010

41. For As Long As I Can

Comedy from dreary florists
Ends in mass massacre
Lights off and prayers spoken.

Broken tongues and inflicted bones.

Whats more or a less a decision
Virtual cutting to the scalps
Of cowards, nevertheless.

Sacred times are upon us now.

So tonight the dogs will eat
Your final eyes, before bed
Rest in nestling graves.

To monitor the living breathers.

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