Braden's Poetry

Everything gained distance traveled
Goes into the brain of a newborn child
On an Isle of prostitution and death
Until the penetration of the left

It runs with the smoke
It runs with the liquor
If you run with it, you choke
And the dragon just gets quicker

Looking at a life that no one will remember
All hopes of leaving are gone after December
Until the only thing to look forward to
Is going to the store for a holdover brew

If you can run with the spike
Than you know what it's like
The dragon consumes you in its wake
All dreams in-between hits are fate

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