The tortured year-long minutes of a soldsoul sadsack poem scribbler

If you suck me I’ll take the ban away

If you’re still wrecking head

Keep away that span the document dictates

Once they’ve had a taste they become deranged

Monkey’s paw arranged it, how I got it?

Listen I’m saying it shameless

Bled at the tip of the sabre

Wanted stuff so I got a deal tailored

Church whose unstable walls are painted sable

His image there graven

In raven flush, I have to pray to him every hour available

I’m always awake so I’m always praying

Either that or drug taking.

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