This time
running out
rabbit runs out
of time, hare and
tortoise pick up
bullets in hellish
kingdom, man, animal
and birds. Pierce the
sky, vanquish glory
of blood, blood, blood.
Don’t mess around
with heresy.
Be stoic philosopher
of good. Follow hierarchy
be good, good, good.
The blood will spring in gush.
We are running
running
running
after time,
before it
behind it
pierce the dead body
cut it into pieces.
There will be no blood.
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