One nation,

Stripes of thunderstorms
There ain’t nothing down here warm
‘Cept the blowfly’s home

The devil ain’t kind
Rednecks in a circle unwind
Burn the witch
Don’t eat the rind

I hear the rooster crow
Deep down the madness grows
This ain’t no place to die

I fear the shysters call
Deafening in forests fall
The undead have come to dine

Down south but up north

From Savannah’s holiest of shrines

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