no death for me comes sweeter than in Los Angeles
city of light
light buried sweet
under my tongue
over the storm
burn my house
torch my village
kill my family
take my tongue out of my mouth
in los angeles
with your words right out of your mouth
burn the stalwart boat
eat its skin
smear its ash over your face
beat me with the meaningless sounds of hollywood
bludgeon me to death
beat me with the meaningless sounds of hollywood
give me meaning
burn the cinema to the ground
and hang em high
let their lovely faces adorn the pedestals of los angeles
over the storm of light

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