Divine fools

Our dancing 32 feet kicking up dust atop pale steeds.

While galloping geese soar under the rusting suns.

Upon a slithering road rattling for Quetzalcoatl’s mercy.

As this drunken fellowship sipped from these stolen golden jugs.

With 7 conjuring riders and I their fearless leader in a black hat make 8.

Divine fools on a quest up the mountain of fate to set fire to the sky.

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