1448
age of smoke
cooked
world
everything
is
blessed
with
reason
truth
&
fact
ready
for the fire
it
comes back they say
makes
its own weather
scheming
and scheming
pile
up the kindling cash
where
there’s this ire
such
blessings rain
remember
that
will
I be found among it?
riff
laugh
at the boiling frog
leaves
tremble into flame
here’s
the mirror
hold
it up
cremate
the creatures
and
merrily still sing
for
innocence the birds
last
dinosaurs that flew
this
far
lift
veil of it – it’s you
come
to this
having
named the other ages
plastic
and religion
in
fact eat all the others up
a
cooked world after all
we’re
blessed
we’re
the asteroid of the sixth
everyone
under the weather gone
in
smoke
get
used to it
make
these lungfuls mine
whiff
of eternity it is
a
tether end of
stretch
necks towards
this
fate we make
we
and we
and
all the way home
what
a squeal
long
pig’s tasty
cook
the moon and cook the sun
with
reason
truth
&
fact
here’s
the mirror
hold
it up
beautiful
object
we
are
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