Myriad choice of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose?
Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the Black Angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife
Of GT
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull
Shrill yell
Shining brightly red rimmed and
Red lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
until
through
terror
stone
start
split
splintered
skull
skates
shrill
walked
shining
shame
stools
rimmed
forget
weaved
covered
trails
chunks
where
country
refrain
ghost
scream
choose
razors
brown
glances
themselves
brother
black
sleep
gonna
bells
lined
bleeding
horse
color
brightly
antiseptic
bloodied
between
angel
choice
bowels
again
infused
knife
leave
bobbed
mouse
mouth
myriad
sacrilege
night
patter
remains
rally
reduced
plate
realize
forgetting
recluse
street
serve
remain
scraping
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