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Dead City Radio - White Zombie
https://youtu.be/ey-AmU6Nbgk
More Human Than Humans
https://youtu.be/E0E0ynyIUsg
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The Perjurer (Sliders Parasite)
You made a mistake
Attacked an innocent man
Judge Jury and Executioner
You became the Law of the Land
What about God
What about The Lamb
You broke it
Never saw the stories
You never admit mistakes or correct the time
Every reply is the Eternal Judgement you demand
No One gives no quarter to your moral calculus
Everyone pays lip service to your tribal politics
You bore false witness against thy neighbor.
I'm glad to be your target on the day Jesus was crucified.
Maybe this time I release you in Jesus's name.
The next time you attack their shall be real world consequences
I've killed you a trillion times before
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Returning to the battlefield so casually
After boring a trillion holes of rest
The armies encircle him so impatiently
Waging this time shall truly be the test
As they fall into the grand organs pipes
They sing a mournful dirge of zebra stripes
Now if they took this war so seriously
They might not have eaten such sour gripes
But they find themselves breathing buried alive
Wishing they were not hypnotized by hypes
The kings lone warrior dusts off his just survived
Mounting a white horse eternal to seek a worthy wife
The Categorist (Sliders Ally)
Her books jump off the shelves
Claiming up all my old selves
An I don't know exactly what to do
Wearing out my old poor boys shoes
So I restack them on the stairs
Hoping they all fight fair
While I sit my self right down
Laughing with a homeless clown
As we fight over a solitary chair
He sits on my lap limp like a dummy
Tapping morse codes on my quesy tummy
As the books wage wars of ideas
The boy gets inspired to play gin rummy
Deciding our fates with the playing of hands
Off in the corner, some books form a band
She starts dancing slowly in perfect spirals
Her army of dragons watch and fight smiles
Paradise Tossed (The Parasites Verdict)
The hour glasses cackled
Jeering him along
He built the strongest boat
To survive an ocean made of songs
Nobel prizes on Freedom medals
He couldn't out sing
The funeral dirges bell
in it's eleven beats per ring
From a single loose thread
His grand tapestry unwinds
He said he was dead all along
But still stuck here doing time
A worthwhile universe carved
From a lonely grain of sand
Unfolding without truth or love
Forming inside dead poets hands
Lonely girls sit by the seashore
Crying like wounded sea gulls
Brought down by a slingshot disguise
Pretending he's Jesus
His name is Cain
Still can't tell
The fire from ice
She pointed her finger
And opened a door
At eleven owes six
The Queen came aboard
The crowds panic flew away
The ships ballast was stored
In one agonizing day
The last thing he heard a whistle
A train in a roundhouse stored
A great dragon flew back to her king
Reassured by his boring old snores
She quitly slipped under the covers
Embracing the silence of the ancient core
A black throne in a white room
With sixteen diamond portals for doors
This is a story of justice delayed
This is a story of justice denied
This is a story of how to get played
This is a story of ice entering fire
--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
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