Shoots and ladders
Get your daggers
Go to the fathers
Kill their daughters
Like lambs-
To the slaughter
Hang them up
Strip them clean
Feed them to the hungry
Rinse & repeat
defeat then eat
Reap to sow
Endless oblivion Mission: Nothing no aim, no path, no train of thought un-fucked Post modern alienation I’m a living radio station
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