Grey is an ignorant smile painted on walls of contention, red splatters
are the condition of exchange.
...and a sitar cuts a swath through the crowd's
Noise, and I raised my head with my eyes.
I was visited by a vision of the melting sun,
and collapsing people,
machine gun harmony, the peace behind your electric chair.
Revolution is the only true act of purification,
Revolution is when a rotten door gets kicked in...
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