The writer of Cruel Identity
Director of musicals and TV
Witnessed a crack in the wars
Heating the shells of actors
In a museum of science, my
Father’s heart beats nearby
So faint and my love for him
Is strong as my mother’s prelim
The shaking under their home
How can I get a metronome?
Triads of time and seven slumber knights
The peace ruler and Israelites
Stack up chips in costume
Adjourn to a bloody bathroom
Church reading jingoes, juggle
Three powers of struggle
Communion of alter egos
The fair dust, the wind blows
When was he next to you?
Admit the angry worldview
Everyone’s cues are resisting
Time to sleep, the enlisting
Capital sandwich here, plots
Hey tie me up with knots
Everything I hope to attack
Prophesying cards of black
PHR, too many bodies in boxes
Freeze wood, holes of foxes
Instruments grow, Babylon
An orchestra rises to one
Country in the rising sun
Forming a pyramid,
The safety man gets rid
Of money half-hidden…hazy
Nuke room counts…crazy
The white cross, a black flag
I need a home-bag
Bring ladies of justice forth
Help move audiences to the North
On a path of the middle way
Between the extremes of today
A Hypothetical Look
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