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Solomon rides his chariot of fire the sun, sky-high and singular, eyeing his war waged in the dirt with ant soldiers carrying banners of men who trade blows for love patrilineally doth the crown fall down tumbling from head to head 'til two heads beheaded are consulted as double-minded words of wisdom make the world spin like unwise heads of state molecular clock ticks and talks until the ancestors come unglued and the ancestry unravels into yarns of pride and dying for tales of glory, written only in blood prehistoric fathers sacrifice daughters before the mothers could file complaint of double-edged swords in the house where Hammurabi's word in etched in stonewalls but falls on deaf, stone-hearted heroes deforestation dreams destroy wooden wands and depeople dozens of homes; magic gone the holocaust costs more than halos and crowns 'cause caustic causes contrived by the man make the world burn twice over and there's only so many do-overs 'til it's truly over
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Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
Sopamopred II
Solomon rides his chariot of fire the sun, sky-high and singular, eyeing his war waged in the dirt with ant soldiers carrying banners of men who trade blows for love patrilineally doth the crown fall down tumbling from head to head 'til two heads beheaded are consulted as double-minded words of wisdom make the world spin like unwise heads of state molecular clock ticks and talks until the ancestors come unglued and the ancestry unravels into yarns of pride and dying for tales of glory, written only in blood prehistoric fathers sacrifice daughters before the mothers could file complaint of double-edged swords in the house where Hammurabi's word in etched in stonewalls but falls on deaf, stone-hearted heroes deforestation dreams destroy wooden wands and depeople dozens of homes; magic gone the holocaust costs more than halos and crowns 'cause caustic causes contrived by the man make the world burn twice over and there's only so many do-overs 'til it's truly over
The magician holds three pairs, but must fish in his cups for his vehicle of tyranny.
nihiliti
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24/Agender/California
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
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