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Roulette rhymings (you miss until you hit)
only one eidolon in the crypt,
you hold the barrel to understanding,
the weight is heavy on your chamber.
It’s a revolving door of manslaughter.
Temple(s) shaking as you pull provocation,
your apparition still barred to physical coffins;
Heaven is still an empty space.
Your spirit has a few more slugs to spray.
Time slows as your eyes lid close,
drawing triggers like visual art.
Your sweaty palms run cold
and ribs echo with your oil-painted heart.
Perspiration covering your shell
fearing the shells painting your phantom face.
Life losing color like your skin like your brain,
dulled unlike your heart flying like it’s in a race.
Steel resolve playing pressed wind
ready to wind grey like you blow white cocaine.
It’s a Hell of a drug,
but you have yet to hit the vein.
You search high and low before flying up.