Orphan in space how many more ages will stink from
Blood-stained bullies wiping their mouths with babies’ cries to
Devil-men spraying the air with atomic metal scattering souls like sudden sparrows?
I close my eyes and turn in uneasy sleep.
Sweet Jesus wipe that silly grin off your face and get out of the car.
Blood-stained bullies wiping their mouths with babies’ cries to
Devil-men spraying the air with atomic metal scattering souls like sudden sparrows?
I close my eyes and turn in uneasy sleep.
Sweet Jesus wipe that silly grin off your face and get out of the car.
-Mike Hill
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