Call the ravens in, cawing flailing wings Haul my pale and limp remains in the grave and since Im waiting been, contemplating things False awakenings, wash my face again Im no longer a boy, mom Growing up to be a part of the soil, lawn Not playing with the cards of my choice, on My paranoia poise, pardon my moist palms I wonder if the dapper men In black and blue uncover my cadaver when The neighbors smell the maggots and Then tell the badgers bout the sense stabbing acrid stench I wake up and Im dead I wake up and Im dead I wake up and Im dead I never really woke up, did I?
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