Whipping (day 966)

Footsteps.
I got feet moving madly
Focus swinging heavily
Into night hoppin ’round

It’s a free thing
Holders making loose
Letters whipping over
And settlers digging in

Whip my whispers through the air
Spitting gamblers on the wave
Yelling mercy
Mother! I beg mother, MERCY

Flow, let it flow
Let gold reign on down
And madness kick me so hard
I leave my footsteps burned of sin

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