PipeSmoker from Black Owls by Black Owls

I am the minister of backward thought
& I'm the one your mother warned about
I am the lion rider with silver spurs and all

I am the skeleton in a stovepipe hat
the one that you've always dreamed about
I am the pipe smoker & I'm coming for you all

I'm the stiletto sticking out of backs
the one that you would scream about
I am the laughing wound
I am the burden and the beast

I'm not the figment of your imaginations
that's manifest of your confessions
I'm just you when all your sanity's been fleeced

I am the dead divide of tanning hides
and all their trophy mounted heads
I am the culture killer, the liquor spilling whore

I am the burgundy of blood red profit
You've never read in the printed pages
the rock of ages torn up pages
that are scattered on the floor

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