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"Knowledge of 9 Means Shit to the Wise" by Wolfaerie

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We rust
Under the sun
Tasting time
And sucking guns
Aging wine
To paint Gods

Gouging eyes
In sick compromise
Praise the idiot
Burn the wise

But H
u
s
h

Because truth blands the beauty in lies…
And makes the little children cry
Cause wooden spoons spank their “why”

Hush
Hush
Hush

Is it really so hard to conceive…

The Wasp burned the money tree
Then told the sheep to blame the east

It took a green shit
Left behind
To feed
The blind

Never mind the smell
If you believe
It tastes fine

As does everything…
In time


(Open your fucking eyes…)

A shame

Knowledge of 9 means shit to the wise



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On Friday February 15th, 2008, Syringe (79) writes:
i love that 'hush' ill say it once and ill say it again GET ON AIM! wen u work for 8hrs straight making phone calls, u start to despise telephones


On Sunday February 3rd, 2008, Astra Dei (645) writes:
well expressed. this was captivating.


On Sunday February 3rd, 2008, fallen (289) writes:
Praising the idiot...(indeed) Shit floats truer than hope. Exceptional, this is....just that and maybe more, but then you've always had a soft spot in my heart.


On Sunday February 3rd, 2008, carlosjackal (1619) writes:
Love the flow and format of this, not to mention the language and phrasing. Excellent piece :) -Carl


On Sunday February 3rd, 2008, Esau (282) writes:
Wasp and sheep. fucking love it. great piece.



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