Statue of bonesA Poem by DiabolicalbeardMy world
bleed in the slavery thats sold
flip a coin see a army fold who sings in the shower when the glass is smear my firm stance is purchase you engage in hostilities visiting decorated homes i glance at the administer of craft degrees bow beaneath the statue of bones hang from the beam ontop of the flag pick up crumbles with my toes infront of the chief architect drown me in microscopic organisms who i chant is the heathen suspect © 2019 DiabolicalbeardFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2019 Last Updated on May 16, 2019 AuthorDiabolicalbeardCTAboutGhost writer/poet/860 ghost on a surf board in space I dwell were giants bow more..Writing
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