Do you hear our prayers? No, we shall not abandon the dream.
No one can catch us! No one can stop us now!
But, alas, not too fast! The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
As you once did for the Vacuous Rom... Grant us eyes, Grant us eyes!
Plant eyes on our brains to cleanse our beastly idiocy
A grand lake of mud...
...hidden now from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak, feverishly. Chatting into the wee hours of...
new ideas of the higher plane.
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like finest mind of his generation
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
these are so cute