We'll see motherfucker
We will see what happens
When the rain turns to gold
And your face shines
We will see what happens
When the fields come alive
When all there is is the sound
Of tiny metal legs
On frosted glass miracles
In the red snow
We will see what happens
When no one has opposable thumbs
When the night is cast out
Into the ashen trough
Of insolvency
We will see what happens
When you are thrown off the tower
When luck is just a myth
A Joey Campbell footnote
An archetype of failure
Tower faller
Motherfucker
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