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The Moon-tower
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Shooting star – In desert sky
Just a fortnight ago
A make-shift laboratory
Made out of a bungalow
A room far below the surface
A bomb shelter
far-from
the
Swelter
Melting downmetals
into sulfuric
Sparks. Participation inThe dark arts
with
a
Dark heart. Heart
of
Darkness. Down
dark paths
We. Embark
IIMixing ashes
of
Ancestors/with/gunpowder
TogetherIII
Pressing self made bullets
to climb
The Moon-tower
on
The night of: The Festival
Shoot the shit up
Just
for
The pleasure. Just to relieve
pressure
Just because he didn’t like mullets
IV
Just to shoot – Those like you
Wondering why – 0’s – live
in the soot – And – in the soot
0s shall
Die
V
Only after 0s see ALL YALL die
From
The rafters. With laughter
Aint noEver-afta – Therefore
0s
Might as well blast ya
VI
Whatever was going through
the dude’s
rude
Head. He was intent
to
Make. EverybodyDead
VII
Shore nuff
He climbed up the Moon-tower
ToughVIII
What a rush
IX
Satchel of homemade
bullets, made from
ashes of people
He loved. LostMixed with gunpowder
Sole friend
next
to
The end
XShore nuff
He climbed the Moon-tower
Tough
XI
Opened fire on The Festival
All you heard
was
the sweet music
of
machines-meeting human beings
And a being
Like a madman: Laughing
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Walter, SekretMachine and 2 others4 Comments-
It’s kind of spooky how well You might KNOW me
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@earth_empath Tallen you are so awesome… I dig that you dug this… <#3
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Dark spill, well done.
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