THE FAST OF THE FEMALE POPE

by Nolan Kiser

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1.
They took down your statue the other day They dragged you through the street They wouldn't bury you with the others All they did was run, run, run All you could do was run, run, run They say you died giving birth But I know that they killed you Because tender angels whispered to me They said 'I'd die for her' I said 'I'd die for her' So when you see me outside Let the foot servants hide Let the bishops pray And let them run, run, run Let them run, run, run
2.
Leave it be Don't we all Would you tell the memory You could only see 'cause they cut your eyelids Don't you lie now It may be different Was it for her? Call it off Don't we all While you would hate and burn it all The tough guy skips the curtain call They cut your eyelids Don't you lie now It may be different Was it for her?
3.
I'll break a fever Drink too much wine They'll catch me on the ground Before I die Mother cries poison She'll kill them all Exhume their bodies Scatter their bones Cum for me, Olympias Cum for me, Olympias
4.
JUNIPER 03:05
The only difference between you and me Is that you're scared of a practicality Thinking and knowing and seeing what you see Something inside me says 'Don't let that girl go walking in your stead Take it and leave leaving only little said' Don't you know you're going too far? I'll never make it through to where you are He spoke so intelligently when he laid his peril in my dream He told me he was worried there was nothing down the stream You don't have words to spare You're coming down with a spiral in your stare Catching me slowly but I was unaware The one thing that I think of the most is that One day when you're dead I'll hold you close Juniper sleep softly while my coffin holds tight My grandfather's knife My stained shirt, cradling my tattoos I hope I feel it if I lose I won't sleep softly while my coffin holds tight My grandfather's knife My stained shirt, cradling my tattoos I hope I feel it when I lose

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four songs written in the winter
played on my dad's ovation

for the old man who traded jokes with me in the checkout line, and my new friends kalani, garrett, and georell

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released January 7, 2023

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