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Before the world calls again We must make amends with the wind Look not towards, turn around Learn to challenge your mound The world is erupting in earnest Pearls rim the bulletproof vests Another bay of mammals Stripped of their enamel Watchful eye, clockmaker ***** hands on blood bakers Stagnant relics of the past Wailing worms on salted masts Crowded church, bullet tears Limping for the flaking fears Mountains bring a gilded path For the saints, a shallow bath Handcuffed legs, boarded hands Folded on a calm command Rotting hope, livid arms For the magnate, no alarm Bracket helm, grainy green Swords are drawn on gabardines No God will eat a tear And dead they flow, winded pier Dead they crow, winded pier Billowed fire, riverside Cower under thickened hides Excess arms upon the dock Sandinista on the rock Triggers sold in tragedy Lilting light, youth will cease Leaders sleep in padded wells Suffer mother, drink from hell Here’s the hero, banner flown Ruby paper, nature grown Skeptic in the eye of rhye Naked comics sing to die The site is exiled from the shore Stricken by a fiery pore Steel-laced curtains, hesitance Infidels in happenstance Here is fortune, there lays war I have sold a solid car Husband creaks, mother moans Children bred to take a bone With a blonded, slanted eye Astronauts will learn to fly All the while, a preacher seeks A pinstriped caddie and a freak I am born and I am weak
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
I Am Born, I Am Weak
Before the world calls again We must make amends with the wind Look not towards, turn around Learn to challenge your mound The world is erupting in earnest Pearls rim the bulletproof vests Another bay of mammals Stripped of their enamel Watchful eye, clockmaker ***** hands on blood bakers Stagnant relics of the past Wailing worms on salted masts Crowded church, bullet tears Limping for the flaking fears Mountains bring a gilded path For the saints, a shallow bath Handcuffed legs, boarded hands Folded on a calm command Rotting hope, livid arms For the magnate, no alarm Bracket helm, grainy green Swords are drawn on gabardines No God will eat a tear And dead they flow, winded pier Dead they crow, winded pier Billowed fire, riverside Cower under thickened hides Excess arms upon the dock Sandinista on the rock Triggers sold in tragedy Lilting light, youth will cease Leaders sleep in padded wells Suffer mother, drink from hell Here’s the hero, banner flown Ruby paper, nature grown Skeptic in the eye of rhye Naked comics sing to die The site is exiled from the shore Stricken by a fiery pore Steel-laced curtains, hesitance Infidels in happenstance Here is fortune, there lays war I have sold a solid car Husband creaks, mother moans Children bred to take a bone With a blonded, slanted eye Astronauts will learn to fly All the while, a preacher seeks A pinstriped caddie and a freak I am born and I am weak
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DerrekEstrella
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DerrekEstrella
20/M/The ISS
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
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