SUN MOON SICKLE
TO ENDEAVOR OF OLD
IT GOES

TAKE TAKE TAKE

IN THE "TO THOU OWE"!

More of order of importance
To the human code
More hollow modern motto
For the walk dead toll
And into the narrows we march
You want it more barren and stark, hah.
These children don't have heroes and they're liking the dark
Had the uppercase I so stoned the heart
I'd rather someone steal my hands than lay theirs red on my art

Must one make poem to fist
Then put rest to wish
And resolve to wouldn't doddle in a gutter like this
And pray tell
Can one shatter as a vessel in a world of shell?
If so I only heart in hell

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