Fist marked my cheek
smashed five teeth
for a cow skull i've lost
and the pocket's empty
if not for my fingernails
they got rotten
Hot plate and steam
I reel through
sap dripped in the sand
oh, defiled sunlight
I wish I could create
You, red eyed thing
spoiled us
but you can't laugh
these hands are covered with my own spits
bliss is yet to come
but it's so close
all men must die
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