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Image for the poem From:   AnOtherWorld,  (a  broken piece)

From:   AnOtherWorld,  (a  broken piece)

 

Blackstar radiating bilnd'light
     on the smudges
      on my birth certificate.
(They'say i must'go)
drumsdrumdrumming!
(They'say i must'go)

Worlds scream and laugh backwards
(They'say i must'go)
Money is tight'tight'tight say moneyman /
(They'say i must'go)
Moneyman dies his own death.
(They'say i must'go)
his world currency burns much like paper
(They'say i must'go)
A back'assed laugh & a screamWorld
                        remains.
(They'say you must'go)
(They'say we must'go)
                                       (They'say we must'go)
                                       (They'say i must'go)
the foot worries the
                                man who dares walk
                           in this faked wasteland,
         but them that be foot to
                       foot to feeling
                              illusory
                  snakes slithering neuropathically,
                     (As snakes are won to do). a
                     creepiness renewed for some
                           unrequited old creep
                         of so many lost loves.


(They'say you must'go) (They'say you must'go)
                 wee  wrapped
        your warped appendage that oft seems as though
apostacy is rue'less in  taking way,
                                              a reach away of the very thing
                                                                  we'd be, still
                                                            groping at  vacant air
                                                          (They'say        must'go)
                                                        (They'say            must'go)
                                                     (They'say                    must'go)

(They'say WEmust'go)to a place of peace no one knows nor cares back from forth.
                    it's                       a place of peace
                    in a                      a place of peace

                 j u s t      down           t  h  e        ro'ad        a'piece
               a bit below         a bit below     a   bit  below,
                           Blackstar, a'glow in the blind'light
                                             every
                                                     night
                                             we survive.
                                                                                                

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

  2021dkzkbadpooms+worsepxtrs
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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"I love the smell of napalm in the morning!"   Lt.Colnel Bill Kilgore ("Apocalype Now''
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