the darker it gets the brighter we shine
remember the silence
when everything non~human speaks
at the same time
unhappy tractable showing my belly never
I am ready for nothing
I don't care about any of that downsized beggary
crap bullshit is good for my garden
all that comes out of your mouth
is old and dead at birth
words covered with flies
pimping yourself at work for a raise
you can die from being broke here
its eerie what it does to your body
sooner or later
even monks take up arms
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