I dont know what to call it

by Lenny   Sep 15, 2009

White tongues lick
With flaming thought
Arming planets
As souls are bought

Falling stars scream
Twisting words.
Black skies raped,
-forced open

Dance to
Stain white pants
Excrete evolution
-Painting plants

Spilling vessels
Human brains buckle
Blood of man
The leafy Chuckle

Art dissects
And engraves the slain
Crescents cut faces
Stitching pain

Carcass red
Spirit descends
And white tongues lick
The tattered wings-

Planets with guns
Screaming stars,
Those painting plants

Tote human


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