The Rattle Tank
the rattle tank doesn't slow 'till just out of reach so that never does one know if he'll be invited to breach the portal and take a seat and dine on the grind and view the streaked dark and void of night one eye watching the cyclop's eye staring back with distorted sight the other on a demon driver eager to have our souls before the dawn though our errors grave, our sins not of the mortal kind so that Yahwey with cocker's borrowed brow wrought and disposition serves us well if we not him and secures our passage till the end
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