we never sleep

[Joshua Bailey]

Poem's bone sword both built and broke the mould your soul was formed in, no remorse shown from the four horsemen.

Into the night we're sworn in. So shake your head?

No, shake hands with hell's triple headed hound, bipolar, time is half past a smile towards a frown.

Apocalypse countdown mind the warning sights on your forehead swipe your life under the doormat don't laugh. 

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