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Heaven’s Gate (Keloid Scars and Witch Hunts)

August 14, 2013

ninetyfive

A slug of bourbon in my coffee.
A slug of hot lead on your tongue.
You raised your barrels ‘fore my temples.
And I knelt at every one.
You bore and then abased me.
Your fathered, bastard son.
Now my cathedrals all dismantled.
Carrion kept and Kingdom come.

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