8 Foot Sativa - Exeunt
There will be a time when there will be too much to fitSo I will make roomHammer in handAs blood and bone fall awayLike rain upon the deepest ocean of nothingThe filth will drip from entry woundsTo turn to mush upon the floorWith eyes shut tight as I make silent apologiesI reflect on black hours and skull in handsAs the gold falls into the abyssSo will the redAnd I will crawl beneath the soil to understandMy gift to youJust make sure to follow my lead
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