Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

Pound me the witch drums

The witch drums

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah

I'm a coat of fists

Dead and hardened spiders

Like two mangled crowns

Or the widest of the meanest coiled snakes

Folks said I

Look like death

Lived in the hotel of my eyes

Lives wide open like a whore

Painted in spit from the earth between her thighs

Keep your halos tight,

I'm your God or your guardian

Keep your halo tight

One hand on the trigger, the other hand in mine

Because now


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