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Leopards of the old world,
they’re relics.
They’re flicking
their tongues,
spit burning the floor,
and I fell for all
the wicked west.
Hope I don’t make it.
I’ve got a trainwreck
of thought throw my head
to the snake pit,
and I fell for
all
the wicked west.
Safe hand of might,
I’m at war with
the left and right.
I’ve got to get out
of the wicked west.
Give it all to the snake pit.
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