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flaming torches in scattered line held high crowd shouted back behind a safety line celebrants, ministers officiate in stripes dressed darkly to intimidate memories of war red suited stranger rides along devil's tails splitting ****** for laffs and noise spitting arc light ahead of spent charred bullet case screams evoked. stifles laughter as the smoke evokes the War in mud so here : sticks are rifles. over amplified comes over as cod eulogy flashes the ears while sincerity plays out the church gate we stand flickering eyed "Feed the World ..." murders silence saviours hurry "Turn it off, Harry" Peace after a slowed to halt drum Torches squared parafin trickle air with smokey wax and uncertain light that makes black to meet the dark poppies burn by the church gate plans broken into an atrocious conflict of split fuses sputtering orange stars into painted skulls burning splints takes cordite's place making the air like thick magasines filled with dum-dum bullets. homages to horror waiting for the drum . march. the parade moves starkly on cowboys then pearls and Devils tail.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
burning poppies
flaming torches in scattered line held high crowd shouted back behind a safety line celebrants, ministers officiate in stripes dressed darkly to intimidate memories of war red suited stranger rides along devil's tails splitting ****** for laffs and noise spitting arc light ahead of spent charred bullet case screams evoked. stifles laughter as the smoke evokes the War in mud so here : sticks are rifles. over amplified comes over as cod eulogy flashes the ears while sincerity plays out the church gate we stand flickering eyed "Feed the World ..." murders silence saviours hurry "Turn it off, Harry" Peace after a slowed to halt drum Torches squared parafin trickle air with smokey wax and uncertain light that makes black to meet the dark poppies burn by the church gate plans broken into an atrocious conflict of split fuses sputtering orange stars into painted skulls burning splints takes cordite's place making the air like thick magasines filled with dum-dum bullets. homages to horror waiting for the drum . march. the parade moves starkly on cowboys then pearls and Devils tail.
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Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 3:30 AM UTC
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