The thunder of petals of metal flying in and out of pallid flesh, Wading in the arid sand in a throng caught in the enemies
You know that one thing that rents your mind space like a blink, The tornado of meaning as predicted by feelings and yards of ink
They said they loved us. They said what had hovelled us this long Would melt in the ideas they’d put to physical form, fixing the
Thanks to @CrisisHuman for pointing out that “refugee” is just a bad way to disguise human beings displaced from their homes due to other human
#refugees What would you do if it were you? If you’re playing metal gear solid in your own town?
Wolves kill dogs, must man kill man?
Doh Tita would tell of the glassy looks of the stiff