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Jan 2018
violence
  devil? You here? Wanna strike a bargain?
from inside of me
one eyed
         an eyeball hanging on his necklace
sitting by the fireplace                a monster
        he worships devils
paint your face with dirt   sing the songs of Mars
I sold my soul to him. It is now stuck in his throat, between his teeth, inside his brain. It plagues him, driving him insane. So now I am waiting for all the life to leave his one green eye, and how he hates me. I tricked the trickster. He looks for me, he needs my skin
                                                                ­                      to make a coat.

                                                          ­                              believe in Kali

           for destruction is all we’ve ever known
we’ll ever know                    the rotting of a self

With my claws I will reach between those ribs and pluck that beating heart.
    Have it              I don’t need it anymore    my heart is cursed and it always rains in my head so my life is yours, what are your wantings? My master let me be your messiah for the night.
Guess who is back, yeah that's me. And I swear, that title has nothing to do with the poem (is that a poem?)
Written by
Buckstone
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