Scopedog by Gridlink
Graveside manner shallow and quick
I hold onto this
Sharpening a laid open knife
Objective years from now
Homeless memories scrounge for change
Humming tunelessly
In the crush at exit
There's too many cameras just to kill my way out
No one does monsters
Better than us
In the jet lag between wars
Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs
Notches on the stock keeping score
Never let go of your dead
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