Sunday, December 15, 2019

Curbstomping Parliament

By Emmit Other

A Parliament of Vampires
Makes Quite a Little Mess
A falsificated courtesy
Dark angels then to bless
We claim we care about you
But we all know that isnt true
Death by tidal paper cut
And failed follow through
Passive aggressive to the core
Of Threshold pulled to for
Survey monkey's shakespear
Say's you're rotten to the core
Safe zones dont make you safe
When a demon's at the desk
You know you are lying About caring
When you always need to ask
There is power
In words unsaid
On the ungiven reply
It takes the lines
Between the worlds
And ill intent can die
One victory
In one bright spot
In an otherwise open desert
But that wont stop the thirst
Or karmicly unavoidable dessert
Just is best served so cold
That liquid nitrogen works its queue
That serving in its helping
And the bill is coming due

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