King John Did Cocaine, That’s Why He Was Insane

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I tore the magna carta

With my teeth

In Jakarta

Too many tongues

Contort the same positions

Too much sound

Comes out of the eyes

Lovely corners

Replace the buzzsaw synths

And raw assumptions

With the english language

Pinnacle of our society

Without a head-on armageddon

But forcing down angel dust

Speakers on the trail

No more words now

Only signs

And then, its gone.

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