Walk in the act adventures,
Calling all moons and star mist,
Waking all you ruinous creatures,
Making up the who’s going to pay list.
Drip out their goodbyes,
Bleed all of their gold,
Dry their tearless eyes,
Revenge their stupid soul.
Open scab pulled back yuck,
Calling out from the dark of duty,
Sibilant screaming " What the Fuck!"
A planned moment a colloquy.
Round the curb of the instance,
Heal the wound of repentance,
Light the halls of significance,
As I write out duty in reverence…………
FTBAS 12.12.11
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