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Al-Qaeda BabiesI had a nightmare / There were Al-Qaeda babies crawling in my room / With turbans on their heads

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May 24, 2013

Bomb in ReverseThose guns were a lullaby to the world you left behind. / “Life’s too short if you ask for mercy. Because dying never ends,” you said / Like a whisper too late

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May 23, 2013

Cannibal LoveThe cannibal is thirsty / for a flesh martini / Dabs of salt here and there

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Mar 27, 2013

Dark PassageLet’s say that time and grief are jealous lovers / who secretly long for one other / so they dig their claws fighting each other within our very souls

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Mar 27, 2013

Don't Fade AwayMy love you are the religion of bones / a secret language tossed in the drums of their vision and oracle-- / etched porcelain white in search of their Creator.

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Mar 27, 2013

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