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Death comes a child suckled on the breast. A nightowl's call... a weighted chest. Death comes a jester. How he cavorts! Kings and Queens will share his court. They jeer his antics! They do... for now. But in the end *THEY ALL SHALL BOW.* SøułSurvivør (C) 5/28/2017
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Night Court
Death comes a child suckled on the breast. A nightowl's call... a weighted chest. Death comes a jester. How he cavorts! Kings and Queens will share his court. They jeer his antics! They do... for now. But in the end *THEY ALL SHALL BOW.* SøułSurvivør (C) 5/28/2017
This piece was inspired by Woody and his poem The slow boogie
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
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