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Cracking Skulls on Golgotha

by Tater Fraterabo

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The key is descending flights Pedals coursing elongated obliqueness... These steps to Parnassus really Fux me up/ But deferring to dialogue maybe directness will turn those black frames... for a glance/ A cardinal indoors why shield their red with white and in the back they sit singing to be heard/ Was it those black strands? Well no, not in color at first but now i digress from the direct ...only in my worry nobody's there// Tickle me ivory to the tune of a pale goth in black my stops will remain stuck without those adept hands and in those right hands pedal me harder but please sustain so infrequently I'm seen and touched that when I remember you I become for higher// Have you heard me screaming inside? My wind wails through prosthetic pipes and i only wish to protect my right to be trampled and played by you/ Torture? yes actually indeed... being pressed and letting ring out speaking truths to you but mostly to your deaf ears/ siz hours moving my keys by microns only looking to taste that touch but when i reached the hands the hands would have none such/ Hey! Black hat! Hey yeah you there with an easy to love and die to air will you let me be your... familiar black cat?/ The sky is the limit and that is why the limit let up let up! I said let up! You'll over blow my bellows// Tickle me ivory to the tune of a pale goth in black my stops will remain stuck without those adept hands and in those right hands pedal me harder but please sustain so infrequently I'm seen and touched that when I remember you I become for higher// *****Not in recording but part of original poem***** Take shoes off and stay a while butcher beats on my body I live a thousand lives in each depression/ Of keys that is... but of depression that too I know alone forever in this cathedral loft/ Do you know how to whisper and make a rose gold promise? Because my rose goal is you On this old rosewood bench/ Ever have the sense songs talk but suddenly talk to you? Well you know i'm talking to you! Who else!?
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Myth making machines Now nobody knows Our oscillating omens Putridly penned poems Questions qualm queens Reaching rather rightly Somebody said something To tell time Unless you have a better plan we wait in perfect bliss ten times And step off the mountain anyways
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Gimp Jesus 02:56
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Poem Letting 03:19
Tithing tendrils Muttering shouts sung pitchedly, leading to even plagality But cadence can start or end a statement it only takes a flip of flowing contrapuntal flowers to see everything is alright and though my final cadence commenced and ended with mine ringing of... Unison... Well at least the world and voices around me coalesced into that plagal point But as i wander off Wondering again as i as soon forget things equally quickly remembered That wind touches my cheeks but not the breeze of a pedaling pipe in there Organelles in multiplicity conjuring mythic mysteriums and a lovely haunting tone I remember now that I am in my cathedral again And to that... Plagality, even to leading, pitchedly sung shouts/ ///(and)/// Tithing tendrils . . . I wanted to stop there but a skull of a hill and its hell beneath reminded me I probably actually wanted to stop before I even began But so too I feel we all wanted to No matter as i glance towards a string of rocks Golgothic reminders sit most subtly on high days such as here But there was bloody water, or at least water instead of blood but luckily for me My today began with a shot of spirits
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Thanks 00:28

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released April 17, 2017

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