Rolling Bones Poem by Tanec Rayl
Rolling Bones
if we are on the qui vive
why is there fucking
while the superstitious die many times before their deaths
I have seen your Belgian defection
and so rest you in the shadows
our war will be based on absolute deception
choke up the wells
destroy the cooking-stoves
burn your baggage and impedimenta
fight to the death
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