"Watermelon Seeds" by HECTORINA

Witness ankle biter / He's just learning to breath fire with forever closing eyelids / Defending the judgments he's allegiant to / Screaming, believing we're fawns lead astray consumed by thick, knotted red clay / Yet those in prayer are his prey / I weep for the souls he gunned down on their knees and give no sympathy to the shooter with a bigot's beliefs / Dazzling dime-piece fodder, peddled by a proctor amongst a patch of tigers / Maintaining the lifestyle she's accustomed to / She's accustomed to winning every single pardon or spreading ashes 'cross the garden or slumped over in the parlor / With no water to tread, a gold calf unimpressed / Casting spells is all she seems to care about / Mama always told me: "Son, don't throw your pearls before swines!" / Somebody once told me: "The watermelon seeds are growing inside!” / Your stomach is exploding from the inside out! / The sneakiest snake charmer who wears currency as armor holds the hammer slamming harder / Maintaining the lifestyle he's accustomed to / He's accustomed to laughing at his dead hand of the past that bludgeons the actors in the cast / Reminding us that nice guys finish last / When it's time to invest and launder the rest an oil-rig chest is where he'll lay his head at night / Mama always told me: "Son, don't throw your pearls before swines!" / Somebody once told me: "The watermelon seeds are growing inside!” / Your stomach is exploding from the inside out! /

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