Bullets And Feathers Poem by Madrason .
Bullets And Feathers
There in the sky blue or grey
the rulers of the turmoiled seas
the pontifexes maximuses pray
high upon the wicked trees
a moon, a cross, a lotus seat
on earth death becomes birth
they prey on mucus of defeat
and surf upon this ragged earth
their shit beholds our regeneration
they're shouting out loud
they're shouting out loud
and cry to mercify
"Salvation"! M
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