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We hear the marching step: the fear of falling deaf to screams that echo what’s been written on the walls, the halls of foreign fadings, legionnaires in limbo, marking time. We write a river’s worth o’ppeals to fight the footstrong feels but lust big shots we drain to calibrate our tanks to treason ‘gainst the logic of the vine. Seek light! Unfold, unwind! And now, just callow beggars swapping credits for a fix, chip reader bliss beeps “been approved” to addicts’ ears – sink lower, wipe away the tears; you’ll die before it’s sorted out - whether it is heights or falls we talk about. Just press a ladle to a swan, dip out a portion of his song to sample: fatal if you let it play, know when to hold and when to stay.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
The Spenders' March
We hear the marching step: the fear of falling deaf to screams that echo what’s been written on the walls, the halls of foreign fadings, legionnaires in limbo, marking time. We write a river’s worth o’ppeals to fight the footstrong feels but lust big shots we drain to calibrate our tanks to treason ‘gainst the logic of the vine. Seek light! Unfold, unwind! And now, just callow beggars swapping credits for a fix, chip reader bliss beeps “been approved” to addicts’ ears – sink lower, wipe away the tears; you’ll die before it’s sorted out - whether it is heights or falls we talk about. Just press a ladle to a swan, dip out a portion of his song to sample: fatal if you let it play, know when to hold and when to stay.
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Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
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