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Krison
Poems
Apr 2018
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Rumblings of a barrel
Free men pay with blood
The price in ounces of lead
At the end of a dragons tail
As I am death and such decay
With my changing birth
With mirth that must abide
In endless years to hide
So shroud my light that at my dawn
I cover all the sky
And lay in wait
With all below
as I will wait to die
For time can only change
In the violent and the strange
For Yama, does now find us so
With all the earth refined
For in the few and moments passed
Kokopellie make it new
As all of us and all of them
scream into the sun
For this,
the fearing stout
Rebel attack and mount
the grounds inhabitants
For violent be our sort
Do Picket at the cosmo light
With heavens hells command
Find us now again
To the sky we peer
As queer it be the open vail
That looks to see us small
For racked with pain
Us that feign
With gun and god in hand
Just a reminder that the lead in our guns comes from the uranium in our atomic bombs. Strange coincidence...
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Krison
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