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Skull With No Brain
KB (1993/09/12 / Rustenburg (South africa))

Skull With No Brain

Dead thoughts
Fertiling fossils
Like a recycle bin
Menopausing minds of those
Who live to think arrogant
Not applicable brain driving
Humans on the path of evil
Now its solid to rehabilitate
As they participate as saints
Of lucifer. World whats going on
You, me. Us made it difficult
For the upcoming generations
As this will be a chain for infinite time
The will be no isolation drawn from
This adjustments, but an ever fixed mark
Not to be told for thousands years
A skull with no brain
It's like a race with no colour
Condoning no tradition.

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A skull with no brain It's like a race with no colour, wise words in this poem my friend, well done