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by Morus Alba

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Struggle with boredom
I used to sit in silence in long lines in the middle of autumn
Struggle with all them
I used to beat demons off my skin like mosquitos on Ogden
"The way charade continues to play", they told me in a rage
Unless I acquiesce I won't see them as often
Control while you're barking
You see yourself as a dog who goes and sees itself as nothing
Steel sharpens steel, at least that's what my father taught 'em
Big balls all for a guy from Weehawken

And nevertheless

I blessed the game with depression and rage
Civil servants working twenty plus hours a day
I never saw myself that way, but the day I punched out I knew I'd be okay
Selfless relenter, Baba Ram find your center
Speaking ancient tongues out of a golden messenger
I never saw a Letter, but blood only bleeds Scarlet like bullets from out of a Derringer
You might hate how I carry my weight
240 pounds of New Jersey's finest, strapped
Can't tell if it's a 9 or a 48, but that's a date that I can currently relate
I forced a forge, and in an ultimate bond who told ya off in a kiln
Who took a sword and sliced ya head off
I know that I'm always perfect, so go alone
And expect someone else to pick up pieces of a broken home

And nevertheless


released July 8, 2021


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