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Dec 2019
It will get to a point
Men will eat their own faces
In pleasure
And give their brains
to their brother
With glee
One day, children
Will be born
Dead already
As mothers hang flesh
Like potpourri
Holy martyrs mourn through
Sons and daughters
"Oh please, we beg you!
Tell us what it means to be free"
It will be the end of bliss
Love is just phenylethylamine
So we dismiss the notion
Of Being seen
No pride in being able to cry
So please, sit down
Eat a piece of this
Zombie pie
The internal quake
Multiple compound breaks
Bones are brittle
They give, they take
Soon, we will lose our sense of touch
Soon, the river beds will develop sores
Soon, Dr Moreau will grow a brain from spinach tufts
Soon, breath will be regulated
By the FDA
Soon, you will sleep
So, while you're still awake
Don't be afraid
To lick the lollipops
Bleeding in the
Written by
Jakk Calico
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