Man on a mission
Moves undetected
Into position
Weapon confected
Back to the wall and pray he drinks enough
Eyes of the waiter
Register something
Is he in with us or
Simply nothing
Time won't allow for speculative stuff
It's time to run, but...

Kiss on the forehead
While they are sleeping
Car to the airport
Choke back your weeping
Hide in the shadow of a newspaper as you wait by an open gate
And you dream of the other side
That you'll fly to
The grieving families
Friends that you lied to
Begging the bloodstained hand to wake you up
The things we do for

Love of your country
Love of your children
Love of a woman
Love of the human
Love of whatever fills the coffers up
The things we do for
Men with no faces
Guarding the exit
A trail of blazes
And you connect it
The cosmos condenses to the capsule in your glove
The things we do for

Love

live

Selective Outrage

Moog Matriarch Sub37 3-5-2020

Fentanyl

Beautiful Life

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Calypso Sun

(but he do) from Time to Time

Francis B

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