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MEssin' with the snakes of AMERICA
Contributed by
kleetas
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Friday, 28th January 2011 @ 08:55:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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This is not a prophsey oh yes it is NOT BOUND BY THEE
I speak to all though they not hear I speak of inner wisdom ,queer
Whose powers quell
Our inner wisdom whose powers quell whose inner wisdom powers swell
A slip of the tongue To stick out and taunt
This my dilemma, My political haunt
Prophesy, prophesy like twenty-twelve dudes
I speak in the real world Your comprehension too crude
I draw on the parchment I Scrawl on the shale
My Headlines erasure By morning times pale
Look to the heavens for first fatal flaw
Eradicate mysteries whose engines won't stall
They chug up the coastline And make every port
Blasphemous rumours bout king's and court
The majic like locusts it writhes and it spreads
Covering wastelands that soon will be dead
The centuries burn and erode away doubt
The last human standing a mother without
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kleetas
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2011-01-28 20:55:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: MEssin' with the snakes of AMERICA
(User Rating: 1 ) by Aspirant on
Friday, 28th January 2011 @ 11:53:13 PM AEST (User
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so WaVy Linez b... reminds me like yalls burnin up the streetce. ON FIRE baybee... i can seeee the fuschia.. 2012!! skyskrapas comin down like locusts!!!
- crude-ops
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