the familiar language of well known songs
surprises us
the multiplication of 1 & 0
now represent our dreams
of charred bodies of poor people
these horrors are our new capitol
i'll trade you one
dead Afghani baby girl
& some boy's bloody stumps
for your plane hitting the Pentagon
wait just wait
(until it replaces me)
wait just wait
From Individual
to pervert
to monster
to sleazy ghosts
decapitated & queer
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