Ole

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"Fuhrernication" ~ holá capitán! on these shifting sands, i'll spill your blood for the motherland. and the vultures would come eat your flesh, but you taste like lies and selfishness. no one to mourn for you. just the worms to burrow through. "If Dr. Pepper and Cream Soda Were To Engage In Battle, Dr. Pepper Would Win With Surgical Precision" ~ (now all that is left is my wasted breath) this deficiency is stealing the air i breathe, you never were the anchorage i seek. now all that is left is my wasted breath. the rocks and the reefs smashed to splinters my belief. the winds and the waves dragged hope into its grave. Down here amidst the wreckage of ships where no light penetrates, we'll greet our fate. "Franticity Isn't A Word, But It Should Be" ~ oh fleabag hotel! the paint peels off in strips and all the fixtures leak, pin me to this soiled mattress and show me all the beauty i've never seen. i hear the crackheads on the street below, squabbling like crows. all i've ever wanted is to awake and see that look on your face. "Odin, Your Eight Legged Stead Isn't Fast Enough" ~ i'm not the beast you thought all along that you'd caught creeping silent through the trees. you've never felt teeth like these. but i'd just wither away. i'd die if on display. this cold captivity is not for beasts like me. give me back the wind and dirt, give me back my quiet earth. this kind of slavery will break a beast like me. you'll be the death of me.