Watch me carefully
as I
turn out the numbers
for your slow execution.
I've made a selection
I think you should mention
my hand in your affairs;
ghost of your nightmares.
Heal this, O healer of
a thousand hearts:
my picture's worth its weight
in bloody words
And yet you waited
for not a one of them
to penetrate your
self-induced fog.
You think you've outgrown
those crocodile tears,
that I'll let you back
between my empty ears
to poison all my
wayward thoughts of
retribution, but I just want
a swift revolution.
~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~
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