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Louis IX
03:21
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This city is an island
Maybe even Gulliver's Island
The lost floating city of Laputa.
European Americans served by African Americans.
All for the sake of fast cheeseburgers
With ketchup, mustard, onions and pickles,
Greasy piles of detached flesh.
Sacrificed for our convenience,
Well isn't that just too convenient.
"Would you like fries with that"
Sung to the tune of ten thousand spirituals,
Nothing has really changed,
Old sins have new names.
What's the difference between harvesting meat and mos teutonicus
When fat and bone could feed the serfs?
A new addition to the dollar menu.
A real saint wouldn't mind feeding the children personal flesh.
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2. |
Julian Delphiki II
03:14
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Distorted genes.
Anton's Key.
A new breed.
Starting a family tree.
Life is hard when you're re-birthing before age one.
Crawling out from the back of a toilet.
A test tube's surviving son.
Cold, shriveled, and blue.
A bean, a child, or a prune?
The damp streets of Rotterdam
Filled with fear, and impulse.
Children fed like pigeons,
Ignore hunger but the urge engulfs
In a fortress of dumpsters,
And evacuation plans,
Offered to god like soldiers
Then crushed by his own hand.
So mistake is my name,
First, middle and last,
Born into a life of pain
But built to die slowly fast.
Just know Petra my dear
That's it's you I adore,
But I can't help but tremble from fear
With a nucleus frozen at it's core.
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Pacing to an inevitable end,
She's sprinting to get there faster
Because death comes to both who can or cannot wait
So what does it matter anyway?
Life is too sad for a misanthrope,
With all the insertion then desertion.
Men with constant cohesions
And their rank promotions.
On this locomotive from Switzerland to Saint Petersburg
Premonitions from my past come to life in the present
With a black and white daguerreotype,
Her smooth face, with a sharpened tongue and a little less contrast.
Grey flat colors
Juxtapose deep black eyes.
Grey flat colors
I'm hypnotized by her black eyes.
They're asking "Who wants to be a savior?"
"Who for me will be crucified?"
Another idiot falls in love
With a hunger never satisfied.
Another idiot falls in love
With a ghostly painted Christ.
Oh Nastasya, you're a beauty queen,
An ornate Christmas tree.
Dressed up with sparkling jewels on display
But in a dumpster come mid January.
With a dagger he cut you down
So who's the idiot now?
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All seeing, ever expanding.
Wandering place; whatever it is,
Photographing and documenting
Making maps and adequate plans
Of ever expanding hallways.
Emaciated child in high contrast,
Alive to never be satisfied,
Birds of prey wait patiently,
Instincts keep their bellies full.
Capturing like a vulture would
Animals can relate,
With grains to be given
Satisfying which hunger?
So hide behind glass,
Escape through corridors
All seeing, seeing all
Quiet guilt through a garden house.
So Always
Roam these hallways.
Hide from first reaction,
But they keep changing and expanding and changing.....
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5. |
Hannah Duston
04:59
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Hatchets and scalps,
Bronze monuments
Teach the children
That history condones violence
And what's the value
Of human hair
With bloody roots?
Take what you can spare.
Imagine no buildings,
Constant hunger pains,
No laws on the frontier,
Nothing dry in this rain,
Your own child's brain
Scattered across tree bark
Left to be picked out
Or for wolves to tear apart.
Plot revenge
Defense and death
Then live with the consequences.
Dreams of blood.
Haunted by native faces.
No one should condone,
No one should dismiss.
Nothing done here
deserves awards,
There's no baby home to kiss.
Just leave me alone
And let me lament.
Disappear through the years.
There's no need for names in cement
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