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rusty shacks Jun 2013
Decay drips from my mouth as we speak
Decay flows from the bricks of my old house
- I want to taste your indignatious decay
My plants want to feed themselves from your house
- But this is me... My whole self will become like this
My house... will remain as ruins which are to be swallowed
- Exactly, we'll be one forever
My green friends will love their new home
- Darling, I will say my last words
Never knew about your strange fetish
But I do find it arousing at this state
Find a place for us to stay forever
Somewhere nice, somewhere under the arctic ice
rusty shacks Jun 2013
Homonym creation by son dark terror
Dark sun templar strides empty
He was born in the sewers
Preaching to orphans
Selling them drugs
Crash landing Foreign Exchange
Export/Extract Blood/Money
Lawyer no habla ingles
Wife beating wincest victim/winner
Always liked the devil better
rusty shacks Jun 2013
ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶤᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵖᵘʳˢᵘᵉᵈˑ ᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ˢᵗᵒᶰᵉ˒ ʰᵉ ʷᶤˡˡ ᵈᵒˑ
ʰᵉ ˡᵒᵒᵏᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳʷᵃʳᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵇᶤᵉˢ ʳᵉˡʸ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ᵒʷᶰˑ
ᶠᵉˡˡ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ'ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ ʷᵃˢᵖˢ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵒᵘᶰᵈˑ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤˢ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵒᶰᵉˑ
ᶤ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗˑ ᶤ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉᶤʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗˢˑ
ʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ʰᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᶤᵗˑ
ʰᵉ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶰᵗʳʸˑ ᶰᵒ˒ ʰᵉ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃᶰᵍʳʸ˒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶤ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰˑ
ᶤᵗ ᶤˢ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᶤˢᵉˑ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᶜᵏˢˑ
rusty shacks Jun 2013
Here's pain in iambic pentameter.
Iamb skill, like the lion that kills lambs.
'Cause I am Bill, not just an amateur.
I am will. And I will not give a ****.
.
Mem'ries beat on, hear it all on your feet.
Five metrical feet, heretical feats.
I'm not pent up with pain that I mete out,
Burdened with truths I'm trying to eke out.
.
That's five pairs of beats alive with the heat
Of pain on this tragic perimeter,
Until it leaves no memory of doubt.
This ain't pain? Why'd I write it down again?
.
Live through spasms with enthusiasm!
Bruise some atoms, throw some glue right at 'em!
rusty shacks Jun 2013
I have a plethora of empty et ceteras ahead of ya for getting you a head of yeahs. With this thick pen i spaz, repeat my jazz, ******, foobaz. Move through new class. U2 sweet lass or move it last. like molasses through the past without esses. Witout ss? Ooh, too fast? So we give r for morales, too, dad. You don't get it? Oh, too bad.
rusty shacks Jun 2013
I blink my eyes
a lot
when i talk to you,
because I want
to capture you
in crystallized perfection.
And I try
to forget that
ice melts.
rusty shacks Jun 2013
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