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Ayatollah, Ayatollah! Why are the streets of Tehran painted green? Ayatollah, ayatollah, Why does Iran bleed? Why is there a sea of black? Why are the streets paved in blood? Ayatollah, ayatollah, the people have called a jihad. They have pricked your flesh, and you have bled, a mere, mortal man you [...] Marionettes all dance on parade, trade the angel wing for nylon string, at the Puppet Master’s masquerade.
A devil’s charade twice cloaked in shade,
Dear Julius, Julius Cœsar, Rome doth burn. Show no fear. The slow laissez-faire fires of yesteryear will still heat the whorish coffers to the mourn. The gold coins of many kings shall yield to the melt, e pluribus unum. On the morrow, the Alchemist will gather [...] Tallie Anderson, The Farrier’s Daughter
‘Twas the Farrier’s forge that birthed the blade, his blood called out for revenge, at the Farrier’s wife’s grave a vow was made.
The Farrier, of weaponcraft did he forbade, his wife, murdered years ago by his handicraft, on her deathbed did whinge, ‘twas the Farrier’s forge [...] “False Prophets”
I want to rummage through your garage sale, take the memories that mean the most to you, claim them for my own. I want to taste your emotions, savor everything from the bitterest deeps of the Marianas yesterdays to the stigmatic sweet highs of tomorrows. I want to [...] Piensa que hablo con un acento. ¿Piensa que pienso con un acento también? Mañana, voy a sentarme en silencio y a escribir. Con cada párrafo,
La tierra tiembla An audio recording of ‘Caballo Blanco.’ caballoblanco Mirrored from I see neutronjockies…. La tierra tiembla |
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