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Your Beast
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Clouds like hair hide the moon
And as you part the hair I'm doomed
Under her pale light I roam
Not knowin if I had a home
Not knowin where it is I'm from
Not knowin where from I have come
The scent of the one for which I'm hopin
The smell of the soil that I'd torn open
From the scratch and scrabble of my lopin
The pounding blood in my brain
My eyes like two mean yellow mirrors
Reflectin as I'm gettin nearer
The branches tearing at my fur
As I am closing in on her
O tell me can you feel it dear
My panting hot against your ear
With thirsty teeth and aching jaws
Do evil deeds with greedy claws
The heady air of blood and copper
Is urging me to go and top her
To bear my teeth and rip apart
To sink my fangs into your heart
Now taking sniffs, now taking sips
Now with your entrails on my lips
I am your beast, you are my feast
I am your beast, you are my feast
I am your beast, you are my feast
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Smokey Edmonton, Alberta
Nickelas Smokey Johnson is a musician and multidisciplinary artist from Alberta, Canada. Drawing from western folk traditions and the avant garde, he creates a kind of gothic country.
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