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Mar 2020
The surgeon lives
With razor eyes
He’ll slice you down
To laughing size

The surgeon knows
The way to hell
He knows the way
As fortunes tell

The surgeon’s name
Is Holy Human
Hell as holy
As human can

In souls and bodies
The surgeon flies
Infecting minds
With pride and lies

Suffice to say
The surgeon’s host
Benefits least
When he does most

You spare what’s known
Of the red-eye wrath-
The human intolerance
The surgeon hath
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BRANDEN B BRANDEN
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