Tell me what’s your name
It has gone again
It's hereditary
I’ll pick out my god
Never needed one
Until they're all gone
Stamped it on my head
Take a sedative
Here we go again
You said pick up a gun
But I’m a pacifist
Says here on my fists
Through the lights at night
With my own eyes I saw
Glistening backs working ancient spine
Utterly smeared out destroyed
On the waste ground
But the lips still move
What did they say?
What are they?
They all whitе wine
They now new indignant paraplastics
Thеy swiveled over massings
They destined not to die
They smelled worse alive
They implicit in desperation
They wasted hours with Jesuits
They partied in the House of Royal Values
They were partitioned by robots
They saw both cross and boss-eyed
They said “what disagrees is against me assaulting”
They dripped poisons over my future dealings
They spoke of megacorp and emotional content
They crossed me out double with markers
They threw a bottle through my window empty
They clubbed me with a branch of holly
They drank from the river thusly
But the lips still move
What did they say?
What’s that old saying?
Kill the body the head dies
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