Savages howl like coyotes.
A thousand arrows cut the sky
like a swirl of doves waltzing
out of the sun.
like a swirl of doves waltzing
out of the sun.
Coming to ground at the water hole.
Bloody rain falls, catching all under a
net of oyster silk.
net of oyster silk.
Lacing his fingers into her own
she runs her tongue around strawberry lips.
Kissing his wounds with hot pain.
She calls forth God's two blind
footmen sleep and death
footmen sleep and death
Before who's memory the stones shall fade.
Carry them that was away.
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