blinded by
imperial american innocents
dark-souled excrement
oppressive revolutionaries
consume spells under which
everyday dictators
normalize wonderful
too exceptional too good too
as slaves imitate masters
uncontested
full court press
artists orphaned
on doorsteps
in baskets
scent of public school
entrails sun-struck
death blows
delivered with angel arms
outstretched in his name
oh daddy
my son & the
holy fucking shit
Honestly, I'm addicted to narrative and don't get this one. I feel emotion, but not getting the rest that should be there....
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