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Jul 2015
i've weaponised words
this is just the overture
to a reckoning

how long can your past
remain buried and dormant
'neath the soil of lies?

little man, old man.
I have come to square the tide
your flowers will fade
Simply the way it has to be...
Written by
Apollyon  The North
(The North)   
     ---, Evie Hammond and betterdays
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