Don't let the frantic
dawn blood shed in the rat pit
open up the comatose
shed light onto the vanished
breathe air into the lungless
break the speed of sound
with bass blown from the lamp lit
trace clones now throw
eliminate the duplicates
shadowed faces
dropped down and out
blade feign to pout
freight sought to catch
rip wide the batch
slay wash the match
smoke em if ya got em
cuz I flail like I'm haunted
burn dreams like braille
like I'm too frail
still out for the wanted
all static no stale
wind to the sails
like I haven't forgotten
that the spirit won't last
cut and paste sense slash
dotted line determined
we's still of the vermin
so bottoms up humans of humans
and drink deep
cuz I'm still here yo
til the last daft the last crash
the last laugh the last sermon...
ya steeped...
knuckles to knuckles...
heart of the secret we keep...
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