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Teaser-act
Teaser-act — LC
What’s alive, dead, and witnessing?
Me—listening.
It’s the teaser-act.
A black cat next to a fat fu**
Skip under a ladder cause I know the origin of clatter.
A four leaf—fig leaf
Screw a few, hide the grief
Streamline my hairline
And unstuck my head fu**
I light when the smoke is thick
when the veil is dense and the clock don’t tick
Like when the omen won’t knock
but the shadow still shifts
And fate rolls the dice
Like the three blind mice—
with a different ending.
They cut off the tail but the rat kept ascending.
While a blonde who*e is trending
It’s dissonance we’re spending
The serpent got merch and the choir’s pretending,
And the curse they rehearsed?
It was God they were vending.
The riddle’s in static,
the silence is pending—
I laugh in the mirror
while time keeps bending.
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