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please dont pull this dagger from my back i want the whole world to have a place to <br />hang their hats and watch the shadows wilt.i want the whole world to pull up roots <br />from the earth like veins from the belly of revelation. i want to fly these abused <br />skies and take the grand tour of armageddon looking thru a dead saints eyes. strip <br />the king of his crown and melt it down to mold me shackles where ill remain chained <br />in contempt by the failure of what a ruler dreamt when his eyes closed and reopened <br />dead with poems of apocolypse carved into his head. i wake up dazed from the summers <br />heat and find the carvers knife laying at my feet. i am the author of tomorrow , i <br />am the inkwells plea for featherpens. i am 100 needles sewing the sun undone(and <br />selling fire one flame at a time). close your eyes and dream and tell forever that <br />im coming to steal his 9 to 5.
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please dont pull this dagger from my back i want the whole world to have a place to <br />hang their hats and watch the shadows wilt.i want the whole world to pull up roots <br />from the earth like veins from the belly of revelation. i want to fly these abused <br />skies and take the grand tour of armageddon looking thru a dead saints eyes. strip <br />the king of his crown and melt it down to mold me shackles where ill remain chained <br />in contempt by the failure of what a ruler dreamt when his eyes closed and reopened <br />dead with poems of apocolypse carved into his head. i wake up dazed from the summers <br />heat and find the carvers knife laying at my feet. i am the author of tomorrow , i <br />am the inkwells plea for featherpens. i am 100 needles sewing the sun undone(and <br />selling fire one flame at a time). close your eyes and dream and tell forever that <br />im coming to steal his 9 to 5.
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