Tower is the worst card you can get.
In the moment of truth there is no truth.
Blinking falsehood ass crack pinky
Down the stairs tumbling slinky
Up your cares and rage all fours
Echoing toward corridors
Hippocrates is on his knees
and marshmallows spawn jealousies
I think I may I think I might
Sing a dismal song tonight
Underbelly lurched and cowed
One minute hungry
The next is proud.
Staying thin and staying fit,
upon the alter I will sit
Repeat, take turns, and crouch and arch
In the end, they always part.
It turns the middle paranoid
A crest from full to empty void
Meniscus round, massive heaved
Seeds naught planted, simply bleed
A car a crash a girl regrets
She knows the truth but oft' forgets
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