09-11-2013, 08:10 PM
The chaps were shooting champagne bottles, drinking hard on God’s rest day;
while one dry mile across the meadow, Devil Dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; adder on a hot highway.
Haze turned the rippling sky-line smoggy, forcing eyes to rise to blue.
Copper light brought mis-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like heron’s wings unfolding, the brownish smoke teared eyes turned wild
and hid the sun in feathery pluming. All around the land turned red.
The snake came winding down the hillside; crackling demon, Satan’s child.
We ran to where the Shogun shimmered, quite hot in the swirling ash,
with crimson flames painted all on her, looking like she knew her fate.
We’re running, running, over tinder; lungs were cooking in the dash.
Twice I fell and twice recovered; I ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like an angry moose.
This being Sunday, good God found me; struck me down and peeled my eyes,
singed off my hair and left me naked. Burned quite bad, He cut me loose.
Old Lucifer, you could not get me, so I beat the Prince of Lies.
Lingua in Maxilla
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tectak today.
Should I move this to novice?
while one dry mile across the meadow, Devil Dancers pranced and flew.
A red thread flickered thin and broken; adder on a hot highway.
Haze turned the rippling sky-line smoggy, forcing eyes to rise to blue.
Copper light brought mis-hit curses; one by one the guns went dead.
Above, like heron’s wings unfolding, the brownish smoke teared eyes turned wild
and hid the sun in feathery pluming. All around the land turned red.
The snake came winding down the hillside; crackling demon, Satan’s child.
We ran to where the Shogun shimmered, quite hot in the swirling ash,
with crimson flames painted all on her, looking like she knew her fate.
We’re running, running, over tinder; lungs were cooking in the dash.
Twice I fell and twice recovered; I ran ‘til someone screamed “Too late!”
A vengeful blast of heat roared forward, hit me like an angry moose.
This being Sunday, good God found me; struck me down and peeled my eyes,
singed off my hair and left me naked. Burned quite bad, He cut me loose.
Old Lucifer, you could not get me, so I beat the Prince of Lies.
Lingua in Maxilla

tectak today.
Should I move this to novice?