Wigwam Crisader Lyrics

angles
pole held in hiding
catches Dead ~ fish
timorous rhythm, ceaseless, Rup-tured..
caressus
Catches dead fish
and pours into pocket

At length aware of death,
rushes
on wings ~ of dread ~~ for familiar tree
Oblivious of pants at dry and warm change..
Shackles locked with blessings,
opens book wearily
and lectures on ichtyic-reproduction

vocation, and responsibility.. true winds
of perdition
trying to release, to cool
trying- to Strengthen
but safe and righteous mirages
bring low the desperate ~ prayer..
money and me, we'll get any old Tree
and Money's the same whatever the game,,

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