.used to know someone whose tales were taller than mountain tops,
He sang of a blasphemous staff and his songs were always in A minor...
His tongue spit poison,
And his ears were the gateway to his head,
And that's where he sat and read to me for eight years...
Tales of corruption, sla.
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