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Murderer's Prayer Glory be tonight for sharpened things, for doors unlocked, windows wide open, for sleep-stretched all with heads tricked back by moonlight. Clean brutal throat-cutting. In a wren's breath. Hang them to the left they resurrect to the right. My tattoos-shift & parade & weep. All things: spider, number, skull, flame- for god so loved his only forgotten son he shoo'd birds & shoo'd birds. Adazzle, dim. Electric chair you stitch me down with violin strings. Amen.