“They shall ball unto Xibalba.”
-Ellis Wiens
World Cup about to initiate my city everyone green clad homogenized I've locked doors hiding anchorite mad maniacal scribe diagrams sprawl connecting : !¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯! |the last remaining ritual---- | | --- but to which God? --hoots Baal | |-----------football----------------------- | | ---soccer-- (sorcerer / sucker?) | | ---fool's gol(d) cup & grail | | goal --- algo | | -rhythm | | (but who's the goal-keeper?) | last tether ----to the child corpse of play I'm failing my country's only patriotic duty no place to hide cries hurl from outside I must scream but I have no team . . . !¯¯¯¯(GOl)¯¯¯¯¯!
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I’m a simple man—I see a Benno piece, I read it and click Like. They shall ball unto Xibalba.
haha, so sick my man