Curses I send on these countless men curses on their trespasses will they never end? curses on their blades on the spare and open lanes once I've been searching recipe acclaim (??) curses on their children runnin all around makin such a business while I'm rusting in the ground I might rise up to meet them when they leave this life might rise up to eat them when they leave this life curses on this valley and the lands on up ahead I was on my way to meet them when they found me dead and I clapped my brittle hands and I made them join my game now I hope they all decease and marry a man in shame curse every word that's planted on their lips curse the sleek machine and their iron colored ships curse every wave that pounds a wicked shore curse every salesman knocking on their door and I am not a creature and I am not a dog I have no claim to be there in the evening fog and I am not a bone staring through the air have no say in anything my tongue is barely there curses on curses I see no other way some of them are weeping and some of them gay some of them have worn so deep they feel no pain curses on their fingers curses on their brains
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