Tattoos in Mayberry
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You must be some other man's warmth by the fire.
Another boy's shot at going over the Moon.
Reach out to the heavens.
your heart strings warring
with an uneasy peace.
Earth father bleeds
to be planting his seed.
Love is a chess game.
To win you must flush out the other man's queen.
Convince the one you choose
to declare love and mean it.
Killing fire breathing dragons
you'd better believe it
beating back ill suspicions
of an elaborate lie.
Of dark empty words occluding
what comes back from the light.
Like beggars we grovel
for just one perfect night
One lucious bite.
one lustful cry.
One tender sigh.
To forget that love is a chiseler
our resolve becomes weak.
whena truce can't be reached.
We feast on delusion
and toast our disease
Sift through sand dunes
in oceans of grief
Bathe in the hunger of need.
Hold on,I'll give
you promise of
sanctuary to
Hide you from backbiters and sneaks,
when all seems for naught
and prayers left unanswered
Might I be summoned to intervene?.
Before the Kings men
with swords unsheathed
are storming your gates
their armies upon you
flushing your
Queen.
Another boy's shot at going over the Moon.
Reach out to the heavens.
your heart strings warring
with an uneasy peace.
Earth father bleeds
to be planting his seed.
Love is a chess game.
To win you must flush out the other man's queen.
Convince the one you choose
to declare love and mean it.
Killing fire breathing dragons
you'd better believe it
beating back ill suspicions
of an elaborate lie.
Of dark empty words occluding
what comes back from the light.
Like beggars we grovel
for just one perfect night
One lucious bite.
one lustful cry.
One tender sigh.
To forget that love is a chiseler
our resolve becomes weak.
whena truce can't be reached.
We feast on delusion
and toast our disease
Sift through sand dunes
in oceans of grief
Bathe in the hunger of need.
Hold on,I'll give
you promise of
sanctuary to
Hide you from backbiters and sneaks,
when all seems for naught
and prayers left unanswered
Might I be summoned to intervene?.
Before the Kings men
with swords unsheathed
are storming your gates
their armies upon you
flushing your
Queen.
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Flushing Your Queen
Flushing Your Queen