There is one drawer for two torsos,
and motherhood can't sleep
An one eyed boy in a blind man's mind
waits with the elbows in the alley
He wants cake, so you want cake
Oh, that protection is so sweet
We can't give you peace
with a hit like this
No we can't give you tranquilty
while nerve agents walk the streets
Hold the soil in your hand
for this isn't a rocket to the moon
This dirt wringing-wet with blood
will not give capable roots
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