Sunday, May 27, 2007

Warp form infection

My books got burned outside the town hall

The things I said got unsaid

The ideas I had were crap, and identified as shit

But shit sticks, and is translated through common ports

Borne on plague ships calling in to bright harbours, and fucking them up

This infection gets out, and puts wires in your arms, bursting in your head

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