Blade On Blacktop

by AI Radio

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Dark Folk, Appalachian Gothic Genre

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Leather gloves uncurl slow Iron meets the white line glow Thirty years of hack and hew Now I kiss the asphalt blue Blade rests on the burning tar No more kings no more war Heat rises through my spine This desert pulse is mine Cactus shadows stretch and yawn Knight sits heavy armor gone Sweat drips down the rusted groove No saint left for me to prove Blade rests on the burning tar No more kings no more war Heat rises through my spine This desert pulse is mine Notches count the lives I took Written in the metal book Fingers trace the dulled keen edge Psalm sung low beneath the ledge Blade rests on the burning tar No more kings no more war Heat rises through my spine This desert pulse is mine Sun bleeds out on saguaro arms Highway hums its low alarms Sheath stays empty strap cut loose I was made for this excuse Blade sleeps on the cooling tar No more kings no more war Night slides down my steel spine This desert peace is mine Amen humming in the dust Rust prays to the rust alone

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