Week Twenty-Three
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Dead birds, black magic and blood money
The bloody witness, voodoo shit, I end journeys
Injuries sustained overland the quest perilous
Innocence be damned, the grail rests in the Americas
I get my bounty of life, counting the moments
No counterfeits, counterpoints, or opponents
This is atonement, for long years of sleep and meditation
Dead birds, black clouds, and incantation
In Temptation like I Wish It Would Rain
Fishing for a vein, efficient, the needle or fang
3 wishes, I'm wishing for more and wanting nothing
Vain words and vainglory my main glutton
Just a little flame, I need it at night, reading and writing
Rain under a pale moon, hail, thunder and lightning
Whalessong to leviathans floods of my forefathers
Colors run together with blood into dark waters
Amethyst for clarity, tantalus to niacin
Braille under a thick veil of cannabis and vicodin
Lovesick: the jailbird sings for sev’ral reasons
Seven seals principally snapped for a killing season
We still in Eden, eatin’ the fruit of decisions
Suited up figs to the flaws, burners to opposition
Pigs in the polity, apocalypse is imminent
Apotheosis tripartite PALADIN BENJAMIN
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Submitted June 08, 2019 at 03:20AM by PaladinBen http://bit.ly/2Zjp2gJ
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