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It Ain't Heaven, It's Just Hash

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Footless crow rising from a storm of bed
with green flies swallowing the dead
while life is at rest sucking on numb
because in the end, we are all spoon-fed
striking a lucifer for a twilight shag
as zombies eat from plastic bags
moldy old banana bread
from diners, drive-ins, and dives
for it ain't Heaven, it's just hash
with green flies swallowing the dead

Written by Adagio
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