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They swoon on behalf of the exalted one Brandishing the sword of the spirit Deliberately making a racket Tremolo picking ******* on the man’s marrow Sitting on a pick nick blanket Kicking up new ground You sure have a knack This is the taste of terror Remember what you have learned For now, for when?  Forever Leave no stone unturned Just wait your turn A blind recommended private eye Take into deep consideration Deliver me from the life of a lemming Diving off a cliff into a cesspool Daunted, left helpless in the courtyard Belated birthday gifts given so thoughtlessly Nonchalant sarcasm afterward They shall not speak henceforth These are the days of madness The sanity you’ll lose The colorblind in glasses Receiving Rubix Cubes Tell me what’s the use? Running across the T-ball field Frightening a legion of geese A teenage thrill only to realize My shoes were covered in stool The banshee so aerodynamic Its yawp makes my head split Calling collect just to say Your virility is too impressionable We were the living theater From which your inspiration derived The kettles of fish and cans of worms we opened That we cannot deny We will not lie We are dead From the neck up From the neck up From the neck up
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Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
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They swoon on behalf of the exalted one Brandishing the sword of the spirit Deliberately making a racket Tremolo picking ******* on the man’s marrow Sitting on a pick nick blanket Kicking up new ground You sure have a knack This is the taste of terror Remember what you have learned For now, for when?  Forever Leave no stone unturned Just wait your turn A blind recommended private eye Take into deep consideration Deliver me from the life of a lemming Diving off a cliff into a cesspool Daunted, left helpless in the courtyard Belated birthday gifts given so thoughtlessly Nonchalant sarcasm afterward They shall not speak henceforth These are the days of madness The sanity you’ll lose The colorblind in glasses Receiving Rubix Cubes Tell me what’s the use? Running across the T-ball field Frightening a legion of geese A teenage thrill only to realize My shoes were covered in stool The banshee so aerodynamic Its yawp makes my head split Calling collect just to say Your virility is too impressionable We were the living theater From which your inspiration derived The kettles of fish and cans of worms we opened That we cannot deny We will not lie We are dead From the neck up From the neck up From the neck up
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Colombian
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
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