We praise our messengers and their followers in life.
we kiss the adverts
what resolution
what law forms in court
keeping each part disparate
soaking in the breaks
I am a judge
and I respect the judges
I keep them from snapping shut
preserve their thoughts
from the thought
maintain some in silence
so breath can span open
I invite the tendons and their gaps
to be hanging out on nails
knuckle image to the word/wrists
Let us understand something
interminable and original
inherently, you are a citizen
and every citizen has to come before the law
and that law knows more than you do
that it speaks for Himself
Last friend
Living ground
We've got the power
to get down before the word/march
to read it forwards
left, right.
to chuck that thug foetus in the drink
We've got the power
to kill It
the future
Love is God
that's what we've got
Victimkind
We've got the power to rot
as Kids of Choice
Buried at the Crossroads
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