Prosthetic lambs.

Under Weight mobile iron and renegade 

In balance of a rebalanced burning pyre

I noted angst Of a Childhood separated

And timed out by a mako noting that we all whale.
in the return of residual anger of a fumigated 

nests of debased sin lies and rules 

By using syllables Stuffed with nonsense 

Programming Prosthetic limbs and stop blaming imagery 

Of skulls Found Present in graves of Stone Age after dark.
As you whipped me and I whipped you 

And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands 

no war For ten languages and a century.
Instrumental deterants that will be used

As I drink to the wait of the bar and lift 

To reveal the self harm of beliving in

The makers and forgetting the target

The broken bones of centurion red.
To spin it again in parks and comic booked trees.

Swallows nesting in pans of a blacken out kettle.

Of a cast neither can afford.
As you whipped me and I whipped you 

And we swore on spitfires and bloody hands 

no war For ten languages and a century.

a cast that neither can afford.

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