cherubs don't come near such place.
just cats and rats.
and it's alright.
each movement is like sliding through tall grass -
watch out for snake bite.
careful there, lamb of god,
don't slip off the path.
don't you tempt your Lord's wrath.
there is sinful sorcery in the cool suburban twilight.
you'll never know.
trash cans grow from the shadows as grotesque throne.
hell hounds are grins at us, biting on long bone.
think twice before condamning our shadowed silhouettes on brick walls.
have ears for when the night calls.
they whisper how bad we're cursed,
but we much worse.
alley cat blues
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