.Down in the holler we rest in caves and toss dry knuckle bones and agate rocks to see our future. We start dark fires in our dens and raise our arms to the skies while sparks fly heavenward and chant our animal pain as the war toms thump in maroon red distance. We are men debased, broke down in Sout.
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