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Mar 2018
So boiled,  burnt alive or frozen stiff

The ice will split my skin and crack and bleed

The water melts my skull, I feel it drip

So Burn the witch.  If left or Right. Don't care.

I  like the smell of burning flesh. It's nice.

And rage is powerful, used like

A bullet aimed precisely at the heart.

Instead we're spraying, like a child at play.
We hit an artery allowing us to dance

offbeat in blood, so maggots crawl
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