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Kin to Fire
Michael Channing
the stench of entrails follows me the soot of burning bones in the fabric of my robe i’ve grown accustomed to the screams hatred naked in the eyes of children fleeing down the road i feel a kinship to the moon shadows spill and ink a new tattoo
i could wash away the stains dye the cloth a different shade but the problem you see even if i change my cloak it’s still on me
every cleric knows my face spit my name sign the cross set a shelf for me in hell am i the victim or to blame i was born in this skin never been someone else i feel a kinship to the flame i never burn i reclaim
i could scrub away the stains dye the cloth another shade but the problem you see even if i rend my cloak it’s still on me
Change My Life Again
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Chameleon
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What Do You Do
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The Best Year
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The New Weird
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Devil Tree
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Confused
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