Tits & Tragedies

Time
Thee unfortunate
Upon houses
In any name,
Wolves attack lions
Unaware of the dragons
Who plan on burning them
All alive.
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Eyes open
Look on from thy back,
Every crooked smile
Realizes truth in straight teeth,
No one's trustworthy
As far as any noble lord
Or bottom feeder, who could give a flying fruit.
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Crows
Pick at the bones
But don't eat of
Men's brains,
Each one of these
Hydra heads whirl
In illuminated darkness
Casting out reflection
Through layers beheading
What deppressing doubtful dome
Will take the headless' place.
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Red stains
In winter lands white,
Where men dance to death
Through fiery pits
Still manipulated by nude evil
With a good set of tits;
Serpent tongues hiss
In the mouths of young and old
Dismiss,
The very idea of peace
Lost...chest deep in the shite
Of tragedies.