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Nuclear Rain

Nuclear Rain

Another royal couple to walk down the Isle Another glorious day to distort the soil

Free from the eyes of ninety nine ministers they march

Dancing towards a higher plain glistening under a summers day

The clouds part to reveal there skin, magnificently shinning as if bitten by some twilight vampire 

Alas, the royal crown does not breed immortality 

It is I, in my supersonic pharmaceutical plane, banishing rain

Seeding the sky so they may enjoy the sun's heavenly light 

Like silver conffeti dancing upon the royal crown I cast the iodide down

It's what they want, it's what they need to build immunity to counteract the nuclear seed as Europe bleeds once more from another world war. 

 

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Nine Eleven

Thank you so much for reading my mind Cherie, I'm not quite sure as to why I write what I write, I'm a psychopathic mind floating between clouds of indulgence. I'm drunk right now, take it easy Cherie. 

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Syd

Hi Gerard. I really enjoyed this piece. I didn't care much for the royal wedding I didn't even watch it.

Great drunken awareness write. (It's usually my favourite time to write.. while I'm intoxicated)

- Syd 

 

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