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Republic Of Wolves The

Death is the devil?s work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man?s dream Thought is a quicksand maze And all my years spent cursing up the stairs

Reach in for it Your rusted iron covered claws Pour out your breath into the furnace again And I think I?ve found a better way to live And I think I?

All that time that you kill pulling smoke to your lungs in a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering the light on your face starts to darken

I woke up sweating on the moaning mount of olives My black dove penance weighing down my feather feet Woven into my skin, the covenants I'd broken

I drove an ancient copper thorn into your Red Indian heart Pulled the cross down and myself into a hundred weaker parts Pointed up into the cliffs

My left handed heart is still painting your face over the walls of my dim mind These contrary winds hiding under my eyelids I hope I can stomach the

So we played our games in the dug-out graves Shouting curses at the dirt 'til the Messiah showed his face, With his soap-stone eyes and his seaweed

Our home is a jagged mouth, streaming out pleas to the dead We are misshapen teeth uprooting ourselves But we could have spent our time burying

I had a lot to say before they sewed my mouth shut Out on a rosy field, between a cross and crescent I had a love so pure I had to leave her behind