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Forge on ever foolish
Cucumbers in your relish
Black Smiths and Peasants 
get into the darkness, out of the Parish


The Red Horse gallops, polls, bearers, of holes
Get out of its way, as the
rumors gather Communist ships
             conflict, conflicting
not with the Apocalypse
but cause of its prose

Black Horse eats the ration
Eyes-Wide Rolled white  
Oats Old Fashioned, blight
As the rational are held in sway
Shining craft wastes its glow in the night
Beaming on the homeless, like a black rainbow
 reflecting,
 in a puddle like a government magic mirror directing
its faux melted yellow snow 
Pelted dreams and brotherhood
              Well, you know
On the city streets of 5G and Eldorado, gold
A Special Olympus award winning cold medal show

Concrete Fema Caravans, jungle of Sprinter Vans
of bungled bundles of Community Action Plans
Well, you know


Apathy, Reality-eroding, freedom is in 
              the controlling
The perception of perception of rights,
the proof is in the pudding
    the dog is in the fight
To the Death
allowed, to rot, like a situation on the ground
Elitist Satellite
stenching a staunch of hot irons 
                to brain-bio-metric bound
Theta the other filaments found
from the firmament scavengers
Experiment in detriment magnetize 
and hone the harbingers flagged 
          by the sounding board of sonic boom sounds


'Stead the sound of more ferocious storms 
                 and quake
of black rains, muddled medley,
of spaghetti model reigns
bridled to what Man made
A prepped homebound stew, 
in their casserole of dumping, pig slopping pens
Are you waiting for something?!
Are you waiting for Life to begin again!? Ewe


"6feet apart or under, no talking in line, 
it is offensive. To the Grand- offensive. 
One doesn't know what you could be saying
   "Oh wait, I guess we do know, don't we"
Any plans you are laying?
Confusion, noise, synthesizing,
   plan laying? Against our
                Synthetic jabs for the 
                     Mesmor-of flailing


O Prideful sust-stain, muddling
Most allowed, ours
The Gorgon
The Maze
Its skeletons its decay of scar- awakened HellCzar

Zombie Crowds, in a desert abyss of chaos' melody "the kiss of Death" salivate lips
of "another life, an end to my misery" les miserable play
            Gutter Ballet
Bad Company
Thriller, of 
Smooth Criminals,
8 miles 
of infermery
A dereliction of duty, o
distractions and filler, optic relays
Spaces' particle fiber, wifi delays

Thirsts medley of REMAINS of
sub woofer scream o harpy  - Circling integrity's integral gains
with foreign troop
with feedback loops
With sonic booms
batons, tear gas and mace and You
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