🐈⬛. The Rooster 🐈⬛.
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James McLain
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Do your eyes burn yellow from the sweat?
The stinging thorn of love won't soon forget.
Circled gardens, dreams, seems every path
leads back to where you are, from whence I came.
Maintained wife and playboy kids, facebook pets.
Saving men to bleed on foreign lands.
Being born, before I came, was no safe bet.
Overhead a bullet talking, whispers someone else's name.
Here they come to give us more not less.
Hear I am, that rooster Dennis came to kill.
And he has sown and he has sown, enough.
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