Tonight hearts ebb

Cloudless ; Lazer flesh fallin

Unto the ground a judgment

For those who work under

Concrete roofs n’ yellow lights

As the rain bellows the weary;

Of the earth’s fertile harvest in crescendo.


music, drinkers and the very nadir of that abandoned and dark moment ; of sickness and despair of the pitch sellers cheer for the finale —Death.

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