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The Cannibal Game of God and the Tiger

There's a tiger in the tree top, playing checkers with the sun king, cutting light across the cloudscape, as black takes red for another king me, God carves the stubble along the jaw line, clean cut remedy we all sing for the twenty-third century break me down, break the matchbox, light us up, burn the red wood down, tiger's gonna swallow the world, tiger's gonna bleed a rectified rainbow realist chorus, all the pawns are at root, all players underfoot, God's got checkers playing with the son killing world feaster, tiger tiger, what do you fear? oh tiger tiger, what hell do you bear? oh tiger, how death plays you so so foolish, tiger tiger, you fall
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devon-baker
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Aug 22, 2012
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