Random poem

Hydraulic sign siding for the enemy
Call down the wrath of Odin on us now.
Footage spring.
Spake of nothing swell.
Dad is loose in the mind.

I’m in the pit of the hell I created and there are no judgement day preachers big enough to pull this rusty truck of me out.

Loans recalled in loves and life I lingered too long over.
Interest in speaking howls instead of jargon make the Swiss army heart wary for new planets and constellation erections.

This bro is the end.


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