it was a brittle broken bell
it was some bold and boiling blood
the gaunt grey-suited man thumps his chest three thunderous times
three times in time with the brittle bell’s insistent chime
the third times the third time he beats his chest so hard
that he transcends the trap of time to talk with angels from afar
they carry broken brittle bells
they feed on boiling bold sweet blood
they feed on lost grey-suited men
they carry fury forged in hell
the brittle broken bell cried once more upon the altar
cried three tears for understanding
then three more for crimes withstanding
and then and only then did its tinny telling falter
he was a gaunt grey-suited man
he was ahead of everyone
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All the reindeer make machines of skins on Pennsylvania Avenue.
Thanks to my friend who showed me this game, I don’t think I can get enough.
It’s a phenomenal game for kids to learn and play and grow up within.
Owners are not too friendly but they do have the very best stuffing.
Unending love and happiness and love conditions us for these shorter days.
I know it’s a risky gambit, so thanks for checking in this season.
A yellow southern light was on my mind
when I saw the unowned outlines for lower grades.
An alkaline evening needed me to pick you up in a boat,
wondering who we were before at this point in time.
To ulcers and ultrasound we have sacrificed cold chickens
wrapped in an oilskin with more sour measles (or less).
Pepper and rice are not a recipe for immortality
and the children of silk are not yet coded to THE BOOK.