Saturday, March 1, 2014
Florida
Turning on the dias for all to see, to observe; obscenely spinning spun on the
penis-shaped peninsula in the lapsed sun drenched harlot-drunken land-
Sodden with blood
paved with broken bits
of bone.
Roads that lead to dysfunction and bigotry
and hate
All built on the fear and ignorance, as sin against the heart of Love.
(Angels walk among devils with hard masks made of needlemarks that pierce the souls of seraphim)
Dancing in the light of a moonless moon
Stolen into swamps and turned into foxfire and heat lightning that dance over the graves of the discarded.
The land of flowers blooms with death...
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