“Your sins will find you out”
Screams the sullied bore
In your folklore
He thinks this desert’s for shore
And with a sooth-said haste
With his sun-bleached brain
Happily deranged
Yet perfectly sane
To exist in one space
Bitter and lamed
No Cactus Crowned
He will rue the day
And with his iron tongue
Yes, you will know his name
And with a sooth-said haste
With his sun-bleached brain
You’re home and you groan
But you can’t keep away
No, you can’t keep
Somewhere under the dunes
The shadows still loom
You buried yours too
Somewhere under the stairs
Caught in the snare
You buried yours too
But you can’t keep away
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