The balboa tree is bleeding,
Bark peeling like clementines.
It's no clandestine torture
To wrap yourself in skin,
Where the madness swells
Like an overgrown wraith.
Your facepaint is dripping.
The trembling deep scathes
Even the most menacing fish.
Beware of their pretty lights.
Beware of good-hearted divers.
They'll beat the madness out of you,
And steal away your first child.
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