Das Kapital
Enthrallment enslaved by wages of dogs not men.
Your life seems to have no worth. This poverty seeps into your
darkened soul.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Infirmary
Infirmary
Teeth grating on cement.
Biting on gritty gravely cement.
Show me the viscous goo you call blood.
Sanguine mess spilled forth on the pavement.
Take the bitch to the morgue, the infirmary.
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