MY EARS DANCE TO THE RESOUNDING SONG OF THE BLAST, MY MIND WANDERS FROM THIS HORRENDOUS INSULT TO MANKIND. MY LIMBS HANG LIMPLY FROM THEIR GRIEVING BODY, AND I LIE BATHING IN WARM WASTED BLOOD. OH HOW WE SOLD OUR LIVES FOR A DREAM OF PEACE.
Poetry and Art by Julie Hughes
MY EARS DANCE TO THE RESOUNDING SONG OF THE BLAST, MY MIND WANDERS FROM THIS HORRENDOUS INSULT TO MANKIND. MY LIMBS HANG LIMPLY FROM THEIR GRIEVING BODY, AND I LIE BATHING IN WARM WASTED BLOOD. OH HOW WE SOLD OUR LIVES FOR A DREAM OF PEACE.