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followed it down to the reliquary, the last few of pocked knee had a vision: delerium tremens in the throes of summerland there were rings on every finger courted pagans there on easter swallowed it down, the boiled hare lazy-eyed men say they've seen it; wrest the gim crack from so many trinkets sermons tangled in chicken wire waterproofed with hot tar and time folded over, stood in, front, ensconced; no one to set off the defensives by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine Letras de cancioneslaid to waste like Faust frankenscense traded for the hand gold fever wished upon it sworn to nature and the elements somnabulism nausea came from my scrap metal followed it to the terminal dressed walk window's coin operated inferno sent back by telekinesis to the center of Egypt grift as the last train wreck from the carny's possession. pendulums whistle the bomb song by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine laid to waste like Faust dripped from a sky falling shone the hand's ring like a shiner; eyes turned to marble there, we marched with the triad in the riot boot borrowed catholics sent the missionaries easter rites behind them his hand, there it went from Gá¶slar to The Keys whole tribes came back from the dead dressed in chicken blood waiting for Ná¶el black pine for the hanging by the hand of John Kemble we wished our wishes chants that went sideways drank our super-ego by the hand of John Kemble and temptations before us fell under John's famine laid to waste like Faust From Letras Mania