in 1980 the sun wasn't brave enough in kohima
i don't remember ever hiding inside my room
hysteric fits of laughter and bursts of run as if being uncoiled
i entertained everyone
even my future enemies
and this now
.....the story of a monk
who was now into the 7th year of his meditation
...decides to take a tail-spin
let the world bleed
let the children die
rape the mothers and daughters
hang the fathers and brothers by their genitals
cometh the hour
unleash the mammoth monster
ticket to ride
go play cards with gaddafi
.....i hear he's convalescing there
........his arse wounds are hurting
man!!! he got gun fucked
haha it's gonna be easy to beat him with all his regal pains
can i be a champion now?
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