Ten Fingers, Throat - Gord - Aspoet
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Gord

2022-07-14 10:47 pm
A wake-up call, A veil must fall,
He always spoke in ways of god,
Unfortunately he spoke that way a lot.
He spoke simply, of knaves and farms,
Like he spoke in the name of god.
Like the oil on the water, 
It leaves a glistening wake behind it;
Eyes are like the rays of dawn.
Flames stream from a mouth;
Sparks of fire shoot out the nostrils,
Dragon tall, shakes the castle walls.

So can you blame them,
When they say fuck off?
Nothing on earth is its equal, 
A creature without fear,
And it comes for us,
The reign of law.

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