Monday, April 26, 2010

Pointless Cursing

Fuck You

We build mallets
To swing at the floor
And make thunder
Like drums on the horizon

The World hums along
And doesn't care
How long we breathe

Fuck Me

I've learned you
By watching myself
I have passed careful verdict

We are worthy creatures
Rare treasures

We deserve all
The hells
We conjure in torment

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