woods-phosphorus

White phosphorus burning through the night
Skeleton crew on a slaver, hug the equator tight
Drone fly like metal kite
Hellfire out the sky, open your book to Revelations
Anyone hatin’, this your chance to get right

Thought:

“As careful mothers do to sleeping lay / Their babes which would too long the wanton play, / So to prevent my youth’s approaching crimes, / Nature, my nurse, had me to bed betimes.”

Sir John Davies | “On the Deputy of Ireland’s Child”

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