three jagged men sleep around a campfire their bloody desires stuck like tar in burning tires their eyes reflect behind moonglasses hiding the fullness of sudden sadness I'm not too empty at just this moment just slightly alive at right this second I've got cards, a top hat, a long-eared rabbit tell Jesus I'm ready for the introduction of magic I've got prayers and bibles, got my good and bad habits tell Jesus I'm waiting for something pelagic something to drown
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