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The Killing Jar Down where this ugly man Seeks his sustenance Down in the blue, midnight flare A glass hand cuts through the water Scything into his twisted roots Then from his eyes Spring fireflies Breathing life Into a roaring disguise Needles and sins, sins and needles He's gasping for air In the wishing well Dust to rust, ashes on gashes Hand around the killing jar A soft hoodwink of shadow The size of make-believe Punches through his spike of rage A glass hand cuts through the w
