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Hearing the children scream


( watchin you die )


LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL


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mothers and fathers

Watching tee vee

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The winds blow through the trees

The dreams are torn asunder

The kids

Looking for a       Spell

To fall under

••

( zombies

Prepare for the feast )

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Graveyard song


We share our ***** and *******

And nothing else



And these


In the most disgusting ways


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Terrorists

Look around !


But we are more afraid

Of each other

And of truly

Seeing

Ourselves

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The stink of your uselessness

The stench of inevitability

Meaningless love

Meaningless life


Brutal ugly death


••

On the hill


I used to see the pilgrims on  the road

Now all I see is you


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Lonliness

we share our **** so fully keen

To harm every

Body else

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We follow

Mommy / Daddy to hell

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Eating the **** we find on the street


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We call ourselves poets

To

**** the world



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