I’m
an old dog now and
just getting older all the violence and insanity
has been bleached from my
bones time turns lions into lambs and melts swords into plowshares but I won't be
corralled into some holding pen behind the
abattoir I have the moon in my throat and blood in my eyes I could still squeeze out one more explosion
one more bout of mania to see me down the line
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