Flame the river, kill the feast,
squelch the sinner, raise the beast,
eat this bitter, seal the lease,
mulch our winner, scathed with grease,
all the worms call cataclysms
home base,
zero foundation one of
cocoa colosseums,
parasites win
when nobody cares
(what happened to our hearts?)
when nobody cares
parasites win
cocoa colloquialisisms
found one
home base
in the cataclysmic collapse of wormholes,
cook up grease, scorch the winners,
bill the lease, like it bitter,
raise the beast, name her sinner,
kill it for the feast, burn the river,
—
ashes, ashes,
astronauts in planches,
escape one station
with a wormhole key,
find another
where they still cook the sea,
you can’t outrun greed
or pick the flea
out of poverty,
parasites win
when you try to run
(what happened to hearts, pumping,
veins floodplains of feeling under a sun?)
—
ashes, ashes,
rave the flipper,
slashes, bashes
to quell resisters
parasites suck blood
out of beasts
all wormhole worlds
crave the feast,
hearts are burning
out of the apathy’s decease
silence churning
revolution unleashed.
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