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I.    Parting The Seas       With Their Acid Tongues Have you seen the herd Their disparaging words Ever felt their burn Their teeth newly straightened Their letters capped boldly And augered in - Never ? Parting the seas With their acid tongues Overzealous murderers Twirling their guns Finger painting In puddles of blood Far and above The multitudes, Fainting  - Prose, my love ? They're but disgraced mystics Moneyed for nothing Soon to face their own Caustic hmmmmm, Hatred's vast acreage. For an ill wind Blows no one good - You don't say - Ask anyone. Or haven't you heard Page Six - This is the way Come Inside ! James R. Morse, NYC 2012. All Rights Reserved.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
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I.    Parting The Seas       With Their Acid Tongues Have you seen the herd Their disparaging words Ever felt their burn Their teeth newly straightened Their letters capped boldly And augered in - Never ? Parting the seas With their acid tongues Overzealous murderers Twirling their guns Finger painting In puddles of blood Far and above The multitudes, Fainting  - Prose, my love ? They're but disgraced mystics Moneyed for nothing Soon to face their own Caustic hmmmmm, Hatred's vast acreage. For an ill wind Blows no one good - You don't say - Ask anyone. Or haven't you heard Page Six - This is the way Come Inside ! James R. Morse, NYC 2012. All Rights Reserved.
Media at the expense of human frailty. Referencing to : "Atrocity Exhibition"   Ian Curtis, Joy Division.
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Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 1:10 PM UTC
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