You will be safe with duct tape,
hemlock branches burst and kill off all,
hopes pace, displaced,
flowers flow out pollen paste.
The words your rights are written in are in lowercase,
then reshaped.
Potted plants are ALL need.
You are stuck their hurt with wall painted,
obscene, unclean,
leaves weave up a dead tree
with letters the alphabet ruined,
and heated up your disease,
then repeat:
Wake the ghosts.
Radio signals reach and teach,
the untruth,
fortified with calcium and no proof,
Misused,
fills the air in a frequency
that just doesn't "happen to be"
tightly around your neck in a noose.
Wake the ghosts.
Sent out signals to Old Father Christmas' troops,
let loose.
While mourners march in quiet retreat,
nailing fact sheets to their feet.
They are missing those who did not leave
and are still alive for them to see,
we introduce ourselves eternally in a farewell toast?
We are the silent living,
they're the loud ghosts.
La la la la la.
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