When the blood runs ice cold
and the skin rots away the bold
and fires flare and burn the old
the newness grows like mold
The antigens begin again
and corrode away the day
parading their posse, awfully
in real time
Picture perfect
The pioneers rest again
lasted and casted
forces and spells
friction and contradiction, expelled
and we then drink water from the old dried well
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
When the blood runs ice cold
and the skin rots away the bold
and fires flare and burn the old
the newness grows like mold
The antigens begin again
and corrode away the day
parading their posse, awfully
in real time
Picture perfect
The pioneers rest again
lasted and casted
forces and spells
friction and contradiction, expelled
and we then drink water from the old dried well
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