11 September 2018

a crown a card and the gift of the gab
get you scarce anywhere since days grow short

brick layer’s prayer catch curse in throat
beer in bottle and marrow in bone
since the austere need value versatility

since the chocolate saint arise our
airlines linger beyond the grave
and the best part of the meat
consign itself to the garden section

they say the son did cross fit to shape him for the tomb,
heart softer and liquor richer for the sacrifice but
the killer is deicide gone up to 90c in shrapnel since
and since the perfect are no enemy of mine may
god remember those that tower above us


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