Death is upon my eyelids
So honey, kiss them and give me my cigarettes
So I can heave in my joys
And breather out my sorrows
Life is leaving my ribcage
So honey give me my cup of wine
The sweet blood of mother earth
And touch my trembling chest
Scars of splinters in my back
With the mouse of god
Picking it from my lion soul
And never forgiving the my hunger for flesh
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