Its all rats now
Leaving the ship leaving through holes in holes
Eating their way out
Death releases some their gorge
To curse yet another
I look up but the sky is hiding
And you cant make out any stars
Its all smoke and ash
Washing to the gutters
Behold says the fifth horseman
What did I miss?
I cant honestly think of one good reason
God would want anyone to repent
We are angels of the mêlée
Children of the hash
Caught dancing on a spring breeze
She buried everyone at last














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