They expected bones,
what was I to say?
A long time looking for this,
we've kept it in tact.
Cities were left in red
Your bed made
with fists and fire,
letting my back
keep your battle front company.
A whole world of towns.
Where you can retire your war.
Send off your eyes.
Graffiti on your posts;
illumination of them and their diseases.
Warped and coddled.
Goodnight.
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