All the stability of a crippled race hours
All four legs broken

Tattoos on both hands

Look who’s having fun now

Burying the mare
Its eyes blink and then become still
Mouth full of dirt
And a mind worse off still

Worth is only worth it when you're winning

Run the soil dry
My open mouth pleads onward
You can hold her warm body close for a lifetime
Till you try to sleep and the soil dries

Flesh to flesh
Dust in my eyes again
The last bird flies casting out my sins
Feel my mouth breathe as I count again
She says this is home
But I’m lost again
Soil into clay
The water won’t make it to wine
Because you couldn’t shake the taste

When you press your faith
In me
To the end of a hard wound stretch of jealousy
Fibers split in my hands (hands out fools)
Ten to one I'll spit up everything and watch us wallow
To the end of a hard locked spell of secrecy
Pay your dues

Hoisted up
Make plans for the underside of commitment as you
Drag line to line
Left portions burn
You create new feelings
Strong enough to build a life time
Say I do

Break neck speeds keep you lawless
Both eyes shut as you pin lust to your front door (let me in)
I'm a tired stake of property (let me win)
Odds are endless your faith will drown
When you press too deep
Skin your knees as you pray
Because humility just won’t let you win

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