The Battle of Minneapolis (as any ass-bone)

Welcome to the pre-party, party-people,

be proud while you may

of your post-apoc trenchcoats

your inflatable-doll dystopia

your Il Duce aftershave

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To us are you mere ritual

Vestigial as any ass-bone

Cooked into brittle

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Welcome to Plato’s cave, motherfucker

to you chaos

to us clarity

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Here us ancients put the pre in apocalypse

while you still on the teat

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Bring us your infants, pikers

Our braziers been searing the tits and clits upon which latecomer you came to bite and drool

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We be resolve unencumbered by hope

Go cry to your mother

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You shall beg us for relief from belief

on that day you’ll forget how to spell priest

at that critical moment

lacking communion

you shall thank us from your shallow grave

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Welcome to our never-day land of ice

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