The Nature of Explosives

Torment until the light of this world goes out The message scratched into the head of a nail Drive it in, pull it out, repeat the process Until our skin is like a minefield after war...

A Proclamation

Wrapped in a proclamation to the world Within anthems called out across the rooftops A whispered command waits to be discovered Hidden between the blood-spattered pages...

Send Out Your Thousands

Send out your thousands to tear the world apart Bring down fire from above and blur the front lines Erased as they’re drawn in shifting sands So that tomorrow might seem different from today

Townsend Lane

At the end of the topmost branch our precipice awaits Swaying with the music of the wind These clouds passing by would surely catch us Already we have lain among them and watched the world.

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