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Thurtle
Poems
Oct 2017
Shambler of Crustaceans
The light of the new year
Hath spewed from yonder hence
Betwixt the pillars of the Turtle
Where sleeps the Moon
Ethereal floating turtles
Nigh is the crustacean
Hide your children
Lest they be devoured
Thou canst witness the end
The end of our world
On a night soon to be
When the snow is on the leaves
When the distant screams
Invade your dreams
The Turtle shall return
And all things will burn
There is no escape
No way out
The Turtle will **** you
I'm serious, he will
That's the actual reason
That I told you to hide your children
They would also be *****
And that's not good
Turtles are awesome though
For the most part
The normal ones that don't **** people
Are pretty good
Chickens upon the altar
Sacrificed to Satan
Not a soul can escape Satan
Chicken souls are no exception
Potato juice dripping
Dripping and dropping
Off of the walls of the castle
Potato sauce boy
Cheese smashed in the alcove
Gertrude must have done this
I cannot abide your face
I eat candles
Written by
Thurtle
28/Neither/Poot
(28/Neither/Poot)
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