Spider woven silk pill,
A gentle ashen forest box of fire incapacitated fox wood, Sandcastle earth's future view of the past, How our eyes evilly contort to false glass, Stained phantom intel reflections of an illegitimate social hive genocide mind view set in museum stone, Locked mournfully up in artistic cages of guiltless apathy is our conviction to dignity.
In earnest anticipation of,
Thursday, May 15, 2014
A Tragedy of Cloth
Posted by The Villain at 12:09 AM
Labels: Algorithymns , Algorithymns Poetry , Juton , Micropoetry , Poetry , Spoken Word , Spoken Word University , Villain of Truth , Villainoftruth , Villainous Times
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