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FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Welcome to my blog!

Hello my name is: Icicle Audacity. All I see are ghxsts. I'm the misguided stride for self improvement - a sadistic, futuristic machine. A hollow cold emitted through vibrant lights, it’s a warm as wool winter but I’ve got a chill I can’t shake. This is what I am & I think I’m fine in my own misguidance. My bones are frozen, my marrow has turned to ice - my body is just a body, a corpse without a head. I'm just a vessel & my brain has long been dead.

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WWIII

When all is gone to ruin and dust, all that remains is hope and trust. When a little lad can only soldier on, then we know truly has our soul gone. When all about is refuse and rubble, when all the world is rife with trouble – When the world is left ashen and burnt then we’ll know what we never learnt. When a brother is, by a brother slain, when it is the worms alone who gain. When it is war that is ever on the brink, then we’ll know into darkness we did sink. When all the oil is gone, burnt to smoke, when children breathe air fit to choke, when pestilence and famine ride again – then will our folly seem obviously plain. When burning flames leap,  roof to roof, when the last of four, takes again to hoof. When he comes to reap what we have sown then shall we say that we hadn’t known.

“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”

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