Knotted face on nodding spine
Claimed this home before your time
Pinned the sky onto your eye
Then turned around and said goodbye
Then churned a sound to cause your fright
How a while can screech so wild
When steps stretch craters wide
Death tonight is really taking its time
Scratched the frown off my child
Off by heart into the night
Drop your bombs onto his kite
Just let me be, I’ll be alright.
Reparent Your Soul 
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