Host abused
You linger along
Triumphant
Without a crown
Burning Ayatollahs and the Gatling gun
Where is the sense in sensibility?
Just open your hand
Open your mind my friend
Round tables and discontent
Minds speak and talk
Talk and speak
This reeks
Of the despicable
Demons to all
Angels to none
Enter the code
Pull the lever
Then the fallout comes
Eyes pop out
Drainage and contempt
Distraught harvest
Heaven’s put up for rent
Heaven cries like a widow
All I feel is contempt
Lady Godiva trampled by her own horse
It’ll take eons before something will emerge again
from the waters onto the shores
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