"blooddrunk" poems
Proponents of the plague
Henchman
Obedient cogs in the endless wheel
Blooddrunk money ******
We feel your oppressive ways
Your boot against our neck
Your hand in our pocket
Your lidless eye on us
Your lash upon our back
Your hunger to enslave the next generation
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC