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- **Sinking slow the mire Of touted soldier’s stare Blindfolded, seeing inside Stood straight of knotted shame Condors perched waiting My last cigarette damp Lips nicotine cracked Useless circumstances cry Unforced tears fall Guns raised and aimed Bayonets point a finger Discharged of itchy indexes Ripping antique flesh Puncturing vital statistics Sorrow in tattooed blood stains My dense skull explodes Shards of bone fly Dotting soiled landscape In a mosaic of lost dreams Shattered with one foul mouth Loose like the cannons Flanking the homeland As I consume the sludge Of final foolishness**
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
The Sludge
- **Sinking slow the mire Of touted soldier’s stare Blindfolded, seeing inside Stood straight of knotted shame Condors perched waiting My last cigarette damp Lips nicotine cracked Useless circumstances cry Unforced tears fall Guns raised and aimed Bayonets point a finger Discharged of itchy indexes Ripping antique flesh Puncturing vital statistics Sorrow in tattooed blood stains My dense skull explodes Shards of bone fly Dotting soiled landscape In a mosaic of lost dreams Shattered with one foul mouth Loose like the cannons Flanking the homeland As I consume the sludge Of final foolishness**
Stephank
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May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
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