I go to a paper altar and pray with graphite/

all through the night/I pray for the right words to write/and new fight/And new eyes with new vision that show me new sight/I pray to get lit up from the inside by new light/I pray for new prey for my old appetite/‘cuz I’m hungry stay hungry but I need a new bite...

prophet for profit

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