The coin,
Massive in it's bronze glory,
Crushes, cold, heartless,
It's victims no chance.
White cubes laid out alone on a metal platter,
Easy for the killing,
Divide into 5,
As they cry out in yelps of cracks.
As the mind of the mastermind steps into delirium,
He chuckles, he grins,
Then his mom tells him he has to leave, passing him the bag of treats.
Crunch,
the taste of kissing the ocean,
the simplest of Joys.
07/04/2011
Massive in it's bronze glory,
Crushes, cold, heartless,
It's victims no chance.
White cubes laid out alone on a metal platter,
Easy for the killing,
Divide into 5,
As they cry out in yelps of cracks.
As the mind of the mastermind steps into delirium,
He chuckles, he grins,
Then his mom tells him he has to leave, passing him the bag of treats.
Crunch,
the taste of kissing the ocean,
the simplest of Joys.
07/04/2011
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