Painfully awake at two in the morning
Candy talks about space weapons
And their orbital, falling metal rods:
Terminal velocity, bunkers and deep ***********
The blood swells and my heart cranks
The warmth and wet of solid teeth on flesh
200 different words for ***
For a tribe of ***** Eskimos
With a treaty banning lack of such madness
No metal rods shall fall from the sky
Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 6:30 PM UTC
Painfully awake at two in the morning
Candy talks about space weapons
And their orbital, falling metal rods:
Terminal velocity, bunkers and deep ***********
The blood swells and my heart cranks
The warmth and wet of solid teeth on flesh
200 different words for ***
For a tribe of ***** Eskimos
With a treaty banning lack of such madness
No metal rods shall fall from the sky
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