I hide it in the ashes of my mind

A angry puppet screaming from the pulpit. Its a fine night to fly my kite, the moon is full the stars are right. When I fly my flesh kit everything's all right. I'm grinning again because I'm winning again. Its a fine night to fly my flesh kite its lit by candle light.

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I would forge another flesh kite because their free but I can't you see because I'm all out of enemies. So I'll wait cause I don't make enemies, they make me. But that's alright I'm chillin just waiting for villain's all ripe for killing. Yeah it's alright. When I fly my flesh kite it pleases me to hear the screaming of the souls of my enemies screaming for mercy. For the mercy they never would have shown me. I love to hear them cry in the wind yeah the fun never ends. Someday I'll make another wonderful flesh kite. The way it flies gives me delight. I use my kits to dive bomb people I don't like. Making these flesh kites is my spiritual right. It was a fine day until my kite string broke and it got away.

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We are all playing shroud bingo in the dark. We can't see the cards but its a lark. We are mumbling tunes some of us even croon. The moon ain't what it used to be. Having sex while covered in cob webs, playing musical spoons. Hey baby its time to embrace the golden whatever with one quarter of your face. Draw another card, playing all naked in some unknowing stranger's back yard. Life is so yummy there's a tomb in my tummy.