The Jesters Sword
Banana wings can you see I wear a cloak with star patterns? I live in the shack by the river reaks of tobacco my eyes sockets open with snakes coming out. They glow with crystal eyes burning in a silent gaze. Below the unseen ones will awake. Leak into your mouths and become their clay pigeons.
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