remembering your blunted verses
how you cried and cursed
the paper did read
your bible, your creed
and that white owl became my first
reciting your blunted verses
cause my throat to choke
i followed your lead
signed over the deed
and inhaled the white owls smoke
hearing your blunted verses
take me back to harder times
when you planted your seed
out of lust, out of greed
and the white owl aided your crimes
feeling your blunted verses
reminding me how i crept
the hand that did feed
i did cut, it did bleed
and all while the white owl slept
recalling your blunted verses
echoing in my head
now there's no need
there's no more weed
and the poor white owl is dead
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