The field's on fire
wrath
and natural selection
loose in the commons
dying to ****
killing to die
this is no dress rehearsal
no prank
the breath of life
melts
into playground psychosis
triggering
the finger of a false god
summoned in the blackness
to try and choke humanity's
guiding flame
(but on it burns)
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
The field's on fire
wrath
and natural selection
loose in the commons
dying to ****
killing to die
this is no dress rehearsal
no prank
the breath of life
melts
into playground psychosis
triggering
the finger of a false god
summoned in the blackness
to try and choke humanity's
guiding flame
(but on it burns)
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