Launching your hot lungs
Exploding through your horn
The herald of oblivion
The lemmings we jump
The sheep we follow
The clones we regenerate
jUmblingtoGETherwITh
OUTmeanINgSINtentions
Static ant races
Blur with antic faces
Never dripping traces
Every one is blank
I see you, lurker
Trumpeting your Truths
The herald of oblivion
Ears stuffed to listen
Lips stitched screaming
Paralyzed in motion
I can still see you, lurker
Heralding your oblivion
5/5/08
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