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We drink wine As the weary wings of the dove Labor over restless graves Weaving between the carnival cruises Drifting along the red canal Three hundred cubits long, Fifty wide and thirty tall Rivers red overflow The cypress whip cracks Licking the ****** hide With a serrated tongue Ripped from gnawed ******* Raw From the desperate lips of brothers and sisters. Rivers red overflow With the whimpers of last breaths Muted by the blade of violent delight And teeth grinding machines We sit in our squeaking rubber boots Cutlery clinks and clacks, saws, severs, slice. Rivers red overflow With an anguished unholy Screeching sound Deaf are our saintly ears We drink wine As the weary dove Returns empty beaked Once more to his perch And preens his scarlet feathers
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
There Will Be No Olive Branch
We drink wine As the weary wings of the dove Labor over restless graves Weaving between the carnival cruises Drifting along the red canal Three hundred cubits long, Fifty wide and thirty tall Rivers red overflow The cypress whip cracks Licking the ****** hide With a serrated tongue Ripped from gnawed ******* Raw From the desperate lips of brothers and sisters. Rivers red overflow With the whimpers of last breaths Muted by the blade of violent delight And teeth grinding machines We sit in our squeaking rubber boots Cutlery clinks and clacks, saws, severs, slice. Rivers red overflow With an anguished unholy Screeching sound Deaf are our saintly ears We drink wine As the weary dove Returns empty beaked Once more to his perch And preens his scarlet feathers
#peace#blood#animals#river#blade#vegan#dove#ark
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
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