Parts and moneypits

Heads shoulders knees toes

After boulders Indy Jones

Darkthrone, perform no live shows

Tell nobody, no one knows

And more potent because

Causing strange occurrences

Acquiring dangerous occult frequencies

Hoarding currencies like a templar treason

It’s called a money pit for a reason

17th season, things repeating, dig dig then the waves come eating

Every forward step is beaten back, so no advance can be planned

Or enacted, I presume the hosts aware thus are actors

Preying on the hopeful and the daft, fucking Yankees

They’re still at Oak Island, kneeling and praying for revelation.

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