A teardrop in hell.

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Cut the crap

the dead laid

layers of a bite

and a brink of lease

to the famous toll

his lizard such

a tremendous doll


Withered witts he aches for beauty

rather makes the twat suitable

for adventures

Never did he know such kindness

To the fall of giants

he makes a name


Two-ways down

no stars in hell

the dread of rhymes

her show and tell


Flat

screens litter

presumed elegant without shoes

the morning gapes

twigger the scat monkey's love

for a hat

spat

a sullen folk


We came here easy

without shame

I told the devil

I need game


Swift in narrow clothes of may

the show down liars grave

whereupon a dance

tailed swagger

swig latter

laid

sentinel

and the skies are blue again


Where did we go when there was nothing left

putting cubes into a wall

placing cyber ladies

drawings into

leap frogs of conviction

They never wanted me anyhow


Lean on me

a shallow grave

who painted these rather sturdy winds

upon an elsewhere sinister little garden

I beg your pardon

pledge your fire with brimstone

as the whore of babylon

looses touch with reality

and sodom and gomorra bites

bullshit heights

into oblivious vindicated miracles

of late nights

The walk in a park


He never asked for much sir


While drained of strength the pride in hair

a laugh

You whom thought you could climb but fell


A rose in your name

who called

the sheets spread out

they walled

the very instance of hideous pleads

to emptiness


He cared not for her love

in an indicative stare

he held what near

and pranced like before

into the plain ticket's floor

where he could excuse himself


She held what near


Take a hike

swing like winter does

on the swain mythic glare

of flame


He didn't have a name

Demnified by insolent pride

he hides

The doorman pays

says who

to administer nothing

is what beheld

the shattered ball

in fiery hell


Soon to fleet

a mourning glimpse

Her shadow takes

aches her steady eye lids

a drop falls


soon duty calls

her sworn pledge

to cleanse old plague

from the fate of fledged

flees the gates

her darling said


takes pretty eyes

to make hell into lead