O my mountain hyacinth
What shepherds trod upon you
With clumsy, rustic foot?
Now you are a broken seal:
A scarlet stain upon the earth.
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O my mountain hyacinth
What shepherds trod upon you
With clumsy, rustic foot?
Now you are a broken seal:
A scarlet stain upon the earth.
“Whose ways is strange when it’s time to survive?
Pray on the plane, get off, laugh at God
Goddamn shame, but gave ’em the nod
Game is the game, still slept like a log”
billy woods | “crawlspace”