god, he loves a cowboy

a gift of the mogul was

nubian harlots. milk-fed

lambs with vermillion lips.

their essence blossoms

as a bloodstained dawn.

these are the ones that

personate an immaculate

charade. bonny lads that

will plunder the heart.

decorum is their lawlessness.

they will celebrate solitary

sympathy for the desperado.

a droll buckaroo parading his

wares. the high-muck-a-muck

will drink the tang of this ruffian.

he will redeem those fake in

passion, then send his barefoot

disciples away. he will feast on

vulnerable flesh, and make

oblation his second gift.

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