The tongue of pain, A sip of blood, Delicious taste Of precious mud... The gold of sweet On gummy sculls, A smile of trash On lips of gulls. Your poisoned friends Are seeking sky. They flock and drug, They fuck and die. The Moon-face grins, It swallows tides. Its soul sleeps. In dreams it cries. A wave of fluke Will sink your hate. In sea of silt It can't but wait. It keeps a gun With sickly pills To cure earthquakes Or the thrills. Your being is fiction, Your dream is mire. You rave and rove And set on fire. Can't stop your race In bloody rain. A flash of dark Will full your pain.
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