The child withered
Justice lied
A general was need
Before war would walk
Again he is built to call
And bring forth
Sprig
Empty spigot
And drain of doubt
Willing deceit
Hangle and fly of rain
Pray of him for yourself
On doors and floors
A 2 star peace time major general outranks the joint chiefs of staff
That's what I am
It was the science which intelligence
Designed of me
My bloodline, not lies
I'm what soldiers try to find home in
Cut from his cloth
Since your civil war
Ireland forever
God save the queen from having to see you all
Histories heathens
Masquerades of beverly
The masses of humanity
Will not of your suffering
News of Irish poetry from my province
A cross a pond
Connacht repent
Connacht relent
A pond a cross
Irish logs will float
As ransoms for my quill
Cleaves as sky
Fide et amor
Irish slaves are we
Irresolute diplomacy
All that's left
Is to beat the generals heart
So pronounced is his pain
Carrying Elizabeth's ark
To hurt himself
I'll wager she went with me
Calling on time
Time won't love you
Inside of his mind
I hurt eyes inside
Of unused space
Disobedience
Lovely dying inside
All of our weighted cries
Throw a tank true my frames wept
Too many cries
Cries foraged hell
Hell gone don't mail heathens ties
Dedicated to Carly Chaikin
6 months what a gal
Only have to lose you
Finding water in signs
Kendall the photo booth waits
Jul 3, 2025
Jul 3, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
The child withered
Justice lied
A general was need
Before war would walk
Again he is built to call
And bring forth
Sprig
Empty spigot
And drain of doubt
Willing deceit
Hangle and fly of rain
Pray of him for yourself
On doors and floors
A 2 star peace time major general outranks the joint chiefs of staff
That's what I am
It was the science which intelligence
Designed of me
My bloodline, not lies
I'm what soldiers try to find home in
Cut from his cloth
Since your civil war
Ireland forever
God save the queen from having to see you all
Histories heathens
Masquerades of beverly
The masses of humanity
Will not of your suffering
News of Irish poetry from my province
A cross a pond
Connacht repent
Connacht relent
A pond a cross
Irish logs will float
As ransoms for my quill
Cleaves as sky
Fide et amor
Irish slaves are we
Irresolute diplomacy
All that's left
Is to beat the generals heart
So pronounced is his pain
Carrying Elizabeth's ark
To hurt himself
I'll wager she went with me
Calling on time
Time won't love you
Inside of his mind
I hurt eyes inside
Of unused space
Disobedience
Lovely dying inside
All of our weighted cries
Throw a tank true my frames wept
Too many cries
Cries foraged hell
Hell gone don't mail heathens ties
Dedicated to Carly Chaikin
6 months what a gal
Only have to lose you
Finding water in signs
Kendall the photo booth waits