1. |
Village Square
02:36
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Heathen bells chime, echo off the
Broken cobblestone
The drunken minstrel claps and
Spins, eyes dusty and lifeless.
Faceless children gather, offering
Their glowing sprigs and clumps of rotting moss
To the wanton traveler.
The black crowes, high up in the bell tower
Will show you their cracked, red stained talons
If you ask them.
A foul liquid descends from above
A liquid certainly not of the heavens.
The magistrate laughs as he flails in the wind
Like a marionette at the gallows;
A demented puppet show
In the center of the village square.
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2. |
Snake Eyes
03:01
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The dice are white hot tonight
You’ve got luck on your side
Roll again, motherfucker.
Snake eyes. You see them, don’t you?
The piercing retinas staring back
Atop the dual ivory blocks?
Someone’s gonna die tonight.
Cold champagne, diamonds, chandeliers, fine cigars.
Don’t you love how they glisten and shine? What a
Fine smoke, a perfect blend.
The lights seem brighter here
More fervid.
Gotta love them snake eyes.
The chandelier swings faster now,
Crystals shatter on the ebony tile
Is that your blood or mine?
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3. |
Industry Standard
03:33
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Sixteen two ton hydraulic presses
Maximum pressure to crush
More than steel. No ventilation.
Constant pounding, migraine stabbing
Whirring mechanical cacophony
Splits the ozone.
Motion by numbers, coded by
An alcoholic, scab-faced zombie
A ballet of destruction, of
Flying shards and aggressive kinesis,
Manufacturing
Toxic substance materializes on
His dingy coveralls
One slip of the foot, one
Too many Labatts, one
Too many unfiltered Camels
One last jolting breath
The machine continues operation.
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4. |
Slugbait
02:17
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Vines hang like snakes from the
Menacing foliage. A million
Insectoid appendages feel their way to
The exposed skin. Black sweat
It drips and stings, reddens the eyes.
Hack through the brush. Do you
See anyone in the trees? They
Have poison darts, you know.
A bewildered, blameless victim of violence
In Olive Green. Uncle Sam would be proud.
The green is starting to fade into a dissonant grey.
Looking down past the brush
There is a multi colored venomous gastropod
Slinking across the black detritus
It looks up at you,
As if to say
Where are you from? Where are you going?
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