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Aug 2015
How dare you ever talk about
These phantoms 'neath your skin
You whispered all their whereabouts
And beckoned me within.

I told you not to search the scene
But listen you did not
Your temperament was so serene
You gave it all you got

The walls they swallowed all your words
Denied your basic rights
Unified in ecstacy, ver
Batim I yelled, "Lies!"

In masks they came to welcome you
Identities a plight
Weapons wept their caustic tears
Tearing up your pride.

Oceans owned our heart and soul
Together we shall smite
Who forgave the parable
And turned off all the lights
Sour Patched Kid
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Sour Patched Kid
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