choose your weapon carefully and let it absolve
whatever treasure we found beneath our burial grounds
load 6 rounds cause half the fight is spinning barrels around
roll my lady a smoke. broke my barriers down
soft cement and bedrock and a theory of how
it came to be.. this. whatever label we stick
to CTA windows to create a distinction
emergency the exit sign we faded to mist
loved to hear ourselves rebel and hated to listen
sacred scriptures. ashes to ashes, paper we printed
Aramaic attitudes and Latin declensions
too solid. fucked with the closer, also.
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