hole and corner
Take me there in fires
Swear
The bold and free of purgatory
Hole and corner
Fear
Ship them off to foreign shore
Make me soft
In the cure
Take my heart and blur
The boundaries
Fire me steel in the foundries
Pumping iron
And the bellows
Scorching heat in hell's belows
Fired goodbyes and so long so's
Shake my hand when you say hello
But wake me when you wave my grave
I have no flowers in the shade
Cut the sun like a yoke
And pour me some
Like a joke
Hole and corner
Oh John Thorner
Pulled his thumb out
Of the plumb
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