Battle On My Back


May you be at rest
my little bastion breath
is thick with the brandy
that I use in little debts.

Turn me into thief
as I’m pursued I grief
feel in degrees the sea
has me turn a new leaf.

Erosion of imploding
eroding duly truly tool
I use of the Devil arrive
has this drunk fool.

I’m a missing piece pick
the thick of a mist drip
down my Savior had me
to the very bone strip.

Neither wise nor savvy
I compliment the grave
as I realize my place I’ll
always try to behave.

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