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Splintered retinas
A clamoring sect
a crick in the neck
looking up to heck
a mans lonely trek
blue skies under soles
sucked into imploded star holes
trembling like the foal
vessel for wayward souls
sealed in brick by brick
mortar comprised of shit
yet the ceiling aint too thick
to hide all his tricks
escape through the floor
burrow through a clouds core
tap golden keyless doors
sacrifice on the mind
cleave this crooked spine
on the inside youll find
my hearts made of pine
inverted shades
silent tirades
a fortune ill made
off the deuce of spades.
