what a show
all these ears
so many eyes
those tainted lips
such ghastly cries
revolting measures
bravery and dread
severed heads
bloodied hair
so many
vibrant highs
rich icing
if you dare
too many
stagnant lows
still all those
lost wand'ring souls
who would
ever care
bandura and balalaika beats
reverb time through space
meteoric missile flairs
cultural introspective comedy
skeletons of prehistoric bones
anomalies in cave bear lairs
permafrost encasing mastodons
collective covert ideas
herbivores eating carnivores
omnivores dining with political ideals
more ridiculed instigation
all those psilocybin trips
all those revolutionary poetry slips
psychedelia and more
stark psychic me
rooted beside
some war torn
cratered country road
a vodka battle later
where I found
a worn out penny
impound that foreign coin
slight in my scornful slot
rightly that core piece
of pounded copper
a scorned penny
assault and battery
is all
we ever got
round and round
emulating dulcet drowning
glorious revolutionary story
history book fashion
war makes me
constitute nefarious passion
peace escapes us
even though
that insurgent music
vibrates through us
urgent love teaches
constant revolving war
confrontation's ultimate clashes
involves proving compassion
rashly mutating godly love
generating mindless glory
wielding an iron fist
emulating an armoured glove
mitigating stodgy war
such imbecilic ruthlessness
oddly imitating truthfulness
riveting raw tribulation
revering despot law
delivered in human
horrific fashion

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