A petrified conjunction(?)
what a strange day...
for a martyr of missing time
born in the urn grove
among the burning embers
born on the wrong side of the tracks
what a strange day...
for an unknown hero
living in his restless chamber
his head like an ice-breaker
his uniform of ivory tears
what a strange day...
for a night in a boiler room
mais la nuit est mon amie
so let's talk about the lousy
plane crash avalanche
what a strange day...
for this nightmare paradise
la princesse est très curieuse
and her calculated motifs
like a transcription factor
what a strange day...
for this residue of a pattern
rarely essential by your knowledge
beyond the nucleotide sacrifice
of all the negated literals
there's nothing to think about
– let's eliminate the principle!
inside an empty hillside manor
of the cosmos Demiurge
in the name of all rhetoric solutions
This life for the most since these eyes can remember
Her light of day has seemed no less, a tortures chamber
Psychologically, mauled in maimed ? Everyday awakening
Unto their very same chains his scenes, round about; within
What always was; is ? A #ucked up world filled, with #ucked up
Things and no wonder, figuratively speaking that, Heaven's Messiah....
Did so tell Lucifer that he could shove this place tightly, up his literals ass.
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