Scribe words across the sky
a hundred metres high
the soldiers are all going home
bring ribbons and cake
drink till dawn
fornicate in the streets
the war is over
allow chaos to reign
for tomorrow
we must all return
to the art of peace
of submerging animal hate
beneath a veil of manners
for the war is over
and we are all going home.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
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