ARMAGEDDON CROSSWORD TROPHY
my heart is a shell
with a dead bird inside
when your hair and nails
grow without you
there are no beauty parlors in heaven
no clouds to sit on, no harps to pluck
please jesus
don’t let the bogey man get me
i’ll do whatever you want
see my magic amulet?
i can do a dance
sacrifice the virgin
obey the volcano
the fear is a newsman
his teeth are guns that whisper:
wrap the world in newspaper
see if it can breathe
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