And Chrysomallus discarded the golden fleece, on the shadowy east,
Of the American land,
Harvested,
By charcoal calloused crimson red stained hands,
Our industry
Is heinous beyond belief
It's a surprise that we can sleep in peace
Selective memory is bittersweet
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
And Chrysomallus discarded the golden fleece, on the shadowy east,
Of the American land,
Harvested,
By charcoal calloused crimson red stained hands,
Our industry
Is heinous beyond belief
It's a surprise that we can sleep in peace
Selective memory is bittersweet