Fly Mountain, Self-reflection, RasputinSean Kilpatrick
You think: "Rasputin would like this."
A trail of his handprints finds you.
Your life is all make-up and guns.
Disguised as nine-to-five.
You think: "Drop me off at this extinction.
Before Rasputin walks out of the river.
And grabs your head with one hand.
Finished. All finished.
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