Scout Mountain, AI music made with my poetry.

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Coffin birth gravesite
Under fathers great weight
Born a bit early, Born a bit late
I was born A poor bastard
Her broken mistake

Yet This is a trip
Alone I must make
Sorting through Kindness,
misfortune,Then fate

Draculas blood bank
Old ghosts in our house
the princes of darkness
Is afraid of sleep now

beating hell outta death
battered armor from breast
In fading, grand twilight
The devil knights rest

And this is a trip
Tattered travelers walk
Stumbling through forests
While tripping on rocks

quarantine the tomb
Theres Dust in darkest mines
Leaving life’s fleeting trauma
Scattered behind

Drink One for the master
Then One for the slaves
Then One for the road
And one for the graves
Please god remember
Save one for the maid

Lived life from the bottom
Oh So high yet the top
Aluminum sleeping aids
these memories Wont stop

moonless cool evening
Alone with his wounds
Sweeping gentle cobwebs
From dampened stone rooms

Writings in rhythm
blooming young sage
Adorned ancient altars
Dead flowers frame graves

Flirt with death till she comes
Curious Stella pharaohs plague
Locked in her secret garden
Destroyed lovers gaze.