In the dead of winter
In the dead of winter Death came acalling Muscular, its heavy step plowing The
Praise Be to the Witness
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Twists and Turns
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How does a cloud know when to burst
How does a cloud know when to burst When the weight of its dream Has
Of words running rampant
And rampant runs the Word In the dark night of the soul Gaslit by lying
No dragon’s teeth to sow
Will the sown seeds of confusion Yield stout founders of tent-states With mine fields Properly
SITTING WITH THE DEMONIZED
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