altercat pandemonium
drip-dry funk
i hear the angels sing
from far away
midnight thunder
lights the steeple cross
i’ve been down.
tick tech really up stack
dinner is served for the dark
goodby to all that
i’ve asked to see — what?
chance is calling
time for me to roll it
roll it well
roll it up this hill

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