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To mull about The haunts we are bound Foggy cemeteries of cubic square feet The days of purple haze Of sallow street cars, street lamp, lamp light Loss of desire Pop another oxy-hydro-fire To be able To muck about With abandon the abandonments Numb battlements   / "Hoorah!" Numb the pain With derivatives From ******* plantations Lingering ghosts on our minds So many now we prey But with a side affect of try Holding in your **** for three plus days So as not to feel Not at all Not even the rage We keep and hold inside our cages Proclaiming to hallelujah Freedom We fight for the countries And mystic kingdoms' reign Because nothing takes away The pain Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills Self medicate down wind of will If unaffected "consult your physician" At the edge of the stage making it rain The business of death If you still feel -- and war will Give you bad dreams and migraines Pop another pill Jagged not to feel The muck-about days of Constipated steel Numbingly unreal... This is what it's like : life on the toilet. Get off the *** Can't give a **** Like this bowel movement My heart has called it quits To all that unholy *******
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Constipation
To mull about The haunts we are bound Foggy cemeteries of cubic square feet The days of purple haze Of sallow street cars, street lamp, lamp light Loss of desire Pop another oxy-hydro-fire To be able To muck about With abandon the abandonments Numb battlements   / "Hoorah!" Numb the pain With derivatives From ******* plantations Lingering ghosts on our minds So many now we prey But with a side affect of try Holding in your **** for three plus days So as not to feel Not at all Not even the rage We keep and hold inside our cages Proclaiming to hallelujah Freedom We fight for the countries And mystic kingdoms' reign Because nothing takes away The pain Like Hydro Oxy foxy pills Self medicate down wind of will If unaffected "consult your physician" At the edge of the stage making it rain The business of death If you still feel -- and war will Give you bad dreams and migraines Pop another pill Jagged not to feel The muck-about days of Constipated steel Numbingly unreal... This is what it's like : life on the toilet. Get off the *** Can't give a **** Like this bowel movement My heart has called it quits To all that unholy *******
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
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