

Written by the VictorsHistory is Written by the VictorWritten by the Victors
The Allied strategic bombing campaign against the Germans and Japanese were among the most brutal acts of carnage in human history. Never before or since have any one group of nations been willing and capable to totally destroy the people and infrastructure of another society so thoroughly, and with so little dissent. At least during the more overtly violent times of the past has destruction been limited to how far an army can march, and dependant almost totally on where said army would travel. In the 20th century bombers could reach nearly any target, h the drop


Southern Skyplaying piano besides the bright twilight Southern Skies backwards in time outside the opening a world in shadows store selling all that I came forSouthern Sky
returning along a busy street headlights speeding by running through tall grass cutting the seams on my leg
dogs running rampant through the dorm as confusion becomes the norm brother lost alone I left him to return to the daylight pool
bellboy greeting with a smile after running that green mile "your kin sat and cried" inside the feeling that died
ignoring his cries for help


TrinketA golden trinket is what I seek A tempting target for the freak It's obtaining will be the end of meTrinket
I click and tremble and all I find Is a crack in the space in the line It's opening will be the end of me
A plant it is and yet its seed will plague the life in which it breeds It's growth will be the end of me
This sickness tears the insides apart tearing through fire and walls to force the breaking of the laws This glow it brings to the inside of life brings with it the corruption alive to allow me to fail myself
Even if the


DepersonalisationI am like a deadly volcano you tell me, As you grind your fist into your palm And cross your legs. [In the distance I hear a shovelling and a coughing And I feel uneasy.] I am readying to erupt- Bubbling and boiling at the surface just like That light switch you accidentally turned on [And I can’t turn off, glued into place, Shall you burn my eyes into dust?] ‘And now’ you tilt your head condescendingly Speaking in a monotone voice [badly sprinkled with sweet.] ‘Do you understand anxiety? Do you understand…yourself? And why you must love yourself? Your smiles don’tDepersonalisation
Sad Statue

Bonesdo you want to see my bones? fragile. more so than porcelin. breakable. i beg you. stretch my skin. my covering. this sack. my prison. pull it tight till i gasp. not with pain. not with pleasure. but beauty. exhale perfection. carbon monoxide. wind up the windows lock all the doors. no ones coming home. these fingers are guilty these hands are shaking anticipation ecstacy farewell my insides greetings my ribs where are you all? we cant stop till your all here 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, this frame is shakBones
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Well dude I'm glad you tried. I knew it'd be a difficult thing to try, especially since the letters at the beginning and end aren't similar enough. Thanks for trying though man. Don't be ashamed to admit that, you did your best man.
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Oppression, quiet and Repressed
Swept under the seams
the bed of the acquiesced
where we sleep, insomniac dreams
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