in years,
in these bloody days
that weights
fall from a leaden sky
the scales are tilt
the plates are filled
with feasts of suffering
there is enough
ice to go around
there will be enough ice
for every last speckled man
rest assured
you will freeze
into a wide eyed
and forever old cube
until every day is blue
crossed in ice
nowaday's red reich
will embrace me
find me
and chalk me up
for a thousand more doses
additional pins
be grateful
we suffer for every man
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