Poetaster, Revo1 (short for Revolution One Love!), with over an hour of spoken word prose for your listening disaster, dares you to attempt to struggle through
Wild vines once rapid
Angst through pale trade
Angst brought death
And tongues turned wage
Down avail empty
Solid on broken bone
Pile upon packing on the next load
The stone without road
But yonder within steal eyes
Shallow to the feeling of frost bitten cold
Murder found the wakes
And shakes of the consumed
Rapture as it seems
Saw vivid the night moon
Colonial chains bore a Capital new
Stone Wallstreet shackles
Drown in river of truth
The time the Wild Vine
Was robbed of it's root
I still remember but do you?
Our Wild Vine rapid
So angst shivers trading
Demands found deadly while voices heard rapid
Doom avail waiting in solid braking bone
At stalk upon package till' on the next roll
The stone without home
Yet yonder in open sky
Shallow feeds feeling to the cold skin froze
Murderous brought taking
And raping of the consumption
Rapture hides the scene
Of the wicked man hunting
The pirate's stole something!
