Day twelve : Buying new soul

Dried up, a guitar upon my knee
I should have sold out when the devil came for me
Dig a hole and throw it out to sea
Break the code, how happy I could be
I still wave at the dots on the shore
And I still beat my head against the wall
I still rage and wage my little war
I’m a shade and easy to ignore

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demented, acrimonious,sacrilegious,recalcitrant,

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