Forward the pinnacle
of twin fold debt
Tinfoils of a life saturated
burns in compound interest
The eternal within
declares bankruptcy
Nobody pays the fee
A soul blaclava, an empty gun
It`s a blood heist
Snatch the oracle
off her perdilection
Twists of a fate shattered
denies her own diction
The hammer falls
down one surprise
Everybody seeks a price
one cry enough, a muted sign
It`s a new order.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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