my stones are choking
this pressure is relentless
all men are cursed some
more than others most
are oblivious others have seen the
signs there’s a dead dog at the
side of the road I’ve seen that
sign before… …pennies in my eyes… …death is a constant there are no exceptions there is no cheating death through
liturgy or magic but I’m headed for
cover just the same
there ain’t no judas goat tethered to my psyche my doors are always barricaded against imposters and thieves coz I’ve been fucked before though most of my wounds are self
inflicted that war is over now I’m just trying to carve out a peace that don’t stink of defeat it’s
not a question of luck I’m already
consigned to the power that rules my fate
and it’s written in my stars
that I’ll be rolling snake eyes from now on
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