Armistice

'' The trumpet of armistice still sounds like an old blues ''

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The poppy lied just as the verdigris betrayed .

The flemish sky is never completely blue or gray.

It puts on formal attire occasion...

Blondies are looking for husbands .

 Heavy females with patient dreams .

 Child ,Your dad will not be a soldier ! 

  This year the cornflower will not blossom ...

Wooden cross  or iron  cross ,

the believer goes to hell ! 

Thanks for your invitation Lord  Schrapnell  !

In this open-air cesspool 

it floats like a drop of sphincter 

and some crusty -ass feet washed by the runs ...

  this damn coffee stinks like the  Dardanelles !

 Something new to the west  ?

Drink your Kraut-schnapps  ,

so you don't feel  that dagger in your ass !

 Slaughter over .

   spanish black death ...

Your factory is waiting for you 

to assemble Bugattis for the wealthy ...

Hack writer will narrate the adventures 

of a sweet poppy and the emotions 

of a tender kohlrabi ...

 Girls need to dance and have fun.

With one leg tied behind ,

you'd be square trying to fit in ...

 The massgrave began to sow the furrow .

My gramp' (The famous aviator ! ) 

told me how the sabbath candelsticks 

lit up Dresden ! 

To the west the beautiful golden star 

herald renewal !

Adieu ardents coquelicots mesdames 

et vous hardis allez les bleus ! 

 Here we are ,all brothers in misery ,

our medals of glory sold to the usurer...

 Give us back  the war ! 

Armistice is just artifice ...