"Forgive us," We chant.
they're only words that we've inherited
an outline we've decided
history's absurd parameters
the language we've provided
as if trust in our alignment
to a violent set of precepts can be merited.
Civil Culture?
It's a culture of the owner
simple values we've inducted
printing match sticks out of loners
when the world is deconstructed
do you measure up or fold it
you reduce the world to numbers
blew the lid off feuds abundance
knew the billionaires would fund it
What's it mean?
Doesn't matter.
it's a remnant
not a battle.
don't dissect it
never tattle
golden goose
baby rattle
stolen goods
failing castle
swollen foot
gravy saddle
smoke and soot
pale and fragile
cut the fruit
use a scalpel.
This is...
Strange fruit.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 2:41 AM UTC
"Forgive us," We chant.
they're only words that we've inherited
an outline we've decided
history's absurd parameters
the language we've provided
as if trust in our alignment
to a violent set of precepts can be merited.
Civil Culture?
It's a culture of the owner
simple values we've inducted
printing match sticks out of loners
when the world is deconstructed
do you measure up or fold it
you reduce the world to numbers
blew the lid off feuds abundance
knew the billionaires would fund it
What's it mean?
Doesn't matter.
it's a remnant
not a battle.
don't dissect it
never tattle
golden goose
baby rattle
stolen goods
failing castle
swollen foot
gravy saddle
smoke and soot
pale and fragile
cut the fruit
use a scalpel.
This is...
Strange fruit.
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