November 2011
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Legacy
Stamp the moon dust off your boots at the door you had the world funnelled into stacks boxed and yours for a sticky price ending ninety nine nine nine nine recurring
hide the righteous bite and concentrate the cowardly sneer to be leveraged over dangerous down until it’s thick like leather and our teeth are blunted on the grass of the acid white field
you’ll be treacherous...
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Oop, hello ground it’s been a while you look well gritty and hard like I remember
good old ground we’ve always got on right? me and you
ground I promise I never forgot about you it’s why I thought we wouldn’t meet again
alas here we are toe-to-toe hold on a sec my heels want to say hello
oop, alright sky how you been? I just saw the floor and I’m...